I stood in the bath tub, the water streaking down by body. The bad memories came into my mind. Sometimes Alpha Lucas would tell me to sit in the tub filled with warm water so that I could get wet.
Then he would have sex with me.
That's what the man could be capable of at times. And was that wrong? Wasn't he supposed to initiate some kind of appeal before the real deal actually started?
But he saw us differently. I didn't know if I would ever bring myself to fully understand the kind of people that men really were. Maybe I should not have to waste my time trying to bring up some sort of explanation for it and just join the stereotypes.
I sat down in the tub. Relived the whole experience again. I used to be afraid of him then, if what he would do to me afterwards. But I wasn't afraid anymore and I couldn't even understand why I was so sacred back then.
