“Watching you play with that thing in your mouth, all I can think about is you sucking my dick,” he says, his tone casual. As if he just didn’t say what he said.
And with that, he gets out of the chair and strides away, not letting me say anything in response. Leaving me sitting there, my mind going over all the things I could’ve said to him.
He’s unnecessarily rude toward me.
Says extremely vulgar things, just to get a reaction.
Calls me by a silly nickname that I don’t particularly like.
But he didn’t give me the chance.
Typical. I’m starting to realize that’s how everyone treats me. It’s as if they all talk at me, instead of with me. I’m never involved in the conversation. I’m only supposed to sit there and take it like a good little girl.
It’s annoying.
Worse?
It hurts.