Her wishes...

Not one, or two, but three were there.

Taking turns on pleasure after clearly being denied.

The most important man was in charge.

He helped his followers do things right.

Outnumbered her eyes began to glaze over from fear.

She had been through this too many times to show fear now.

Two protected from ever being found out, one free to roam because he was in charge.

All bigger than her; she didn’t even contemplate an escape route.

She just took it like a man, which probably explains her mannish appearance.

With no hair to be pulled, she was lucky.

She probably would have become bald that night regardless.

Hardcore is overrated. How could any girl want what they were dealing out?

The alcohol on their lips could have made her drunk.

They all got theirs, but her.

Mr. Important told her to take him home.

It was there were he told her he was sorry.

He then tried to make it up to the girl by pleasing her needs.

Her needs did not include being touched.

He thought he was sweetening her up by offering money.

She took it like the smart girl she is and drove off.

Only to be harassed by the cops that should have been there earlier.

She got home around three; she wanted to wake her mother and father.

But it wasn’t that serious.

Instead she just showered and went to sleep.

Waking up to the thought that telling her parents would be the worst thing to do.

They would think she was making up stories like everyone said she used to.

She wishes it was just a story...

She wishes she would have told her parents sooner so they would understand the emotions she displayed...

She wishes that Mr. Important actually loved her...