Black lace.

Memories began to pour in,

memories I'd tried to forget.

"Oh, darling,  pl-please show me,"

A voice says

 sending shivers down my spine.

No.

We were both drunk,

We knew we shouldn't have,

But we were both feeling deeply.

"Will it make you happy?"

My voice whispered 

Into the darkness of the room.

"It will make me VERY happy,"

His voice purrs seductively.

No. No. No!

I lift my shirt,

Only a bit.

"More," he demanded.

I didn't want to,

but he wouldn't take no for an

answer.

He begins to pull off my top,

And then my bra.

I tried to make him stop,

but he was stronger.

He gagged me,

And did things to me.

Things I didn't want 

Him

to do to me.

My eyes stared down at the

black lacy bra

lifelessly

because he had stolen my first.