When Flower Withers

Is it just Marvel?

As cliche as it sounds, it is.

Being touched by a man when I am a man myself… tormented me, at first.

I was so scared, I could barely open my eyes to accept the reality. I wanted to scream my lungs out, but my throat was too dry to create a sound. My hands couldn't afford to dismiss his touch, and my weakened legs restricted me from running away.

Despite my feelings, I obeyed his order and it almost drove me crazy because all of it opposed my sanity. There were uncountable times when I wanted to give up, but once again, over and over again, his hands restrained me from doing so.

At that time, if I neglected everything without thinking about the responsibilities and the consequences, I wonder, would I be able to escape from him?

Then again, even though I tried to run away, he would still find me because he knew I would be in a place he could always reach.