Ever since my husband ran off in the middle of the night, leaving behind a debt,

I'm no longer allowed to hide my breasts or even stop where I'm supposed to.

I'm forced to wear clothes that expose my breasts,
walk the streets at night,
and every time I'm exposed to others,
my heart breaks down,

but he plays with my breasts like they're toys,
grabbing them, shaking them, kneading them all over,
saying, 'You're my masturbation tool,'
and dominating me as if it's the natural thing to do.

It's scary.
It's embarrassing.
I want it all to stop.

But still...

Every time he touches my breasts,
every time he takes me around,
I feel a heat spreading deep inside me, and I really hate myself.

Even though I hate it,
what scares me most is that I can't stop.