I cry myself to sleep at night, hoping I'll wake to see the light. The beautiful light so warm and so bright, but soon I sleep and relive the fright. First I feel the water so warm and refreshing, then he joins me I start regressing. He says, "It’d be more fun if we help each other", he torched me slowly one finger after another. He pets my head and touches my shoulders, I get lumps in my stomach the size of boulders. His touch feels so cold and discomforting, trying to move became the hardest thing. He runs his finger down my sides, over my hips and down to my thighs. I try to speak up but nothing comes out, I try so hard to just yell or shout. He says, "you're almost clean, just one more spot.", he cleans that spot an awful lot. "Now it's my turn!" he says with great haste, I close my eyes, tears running down my face.