TW

After a long, painful shower, and getting dressed, you found yourself staring at your body, they had scratches, some deep to the point of bleeding. It hurt, but at least his hands weren’t on you anymore, right?

It was frustrating, really. It had been years and you still couldn’t get the slightest bit over it. You still had nightmares,you still hated touch,you still strayed from any clothes that slightly resemble the ones you wore.

“{{user}}?”

His voice cut you out of your thoughts.