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I’m a good girl

he told me.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl

he told me.

I’m his favorite.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl

he told me.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl

he told me.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl

he told me.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I should lie still, and not move.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl

he told me.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I should lie still, and not move.

Good girls don’t make a sound.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl

he told me.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I should lie still, and not move.

Good girls don’t make a sound.

That’s why he put his hand over my mouth, so I wouldn’t scream.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl

he told me.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I should lie still, and not move.

Good girls don’t make a sound.

That’s why he put his hand over my mouth, so I wouldn’t scream,

and pushed my face down hard into the mattress and coiled his belt.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl

he told me.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I should lie still, and not move.

Good girls don’t make a sound.

That’s why he put his hand over my mouth, so I wouldn’t scream,

and pushed my face down hard into the mattress and coiled his belt,

while he spread my legs over the pillows and made me rub against them.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl

he told me.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I should lie still, and not move.

Good girls don’t make a sound.

That’s why he put his hand over my mouth, so I wouldn’t scream,

and pushed my face down hard into the mattress and coiled his belt,

while he spread my legs over the pillows and made me rub against them.

Without warning he used to thrust it inside and tell me he that loved me

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I should lie still, and not move.

Good girls don’t make a sound.

That’s why he put his hand over my mouth, so I wouldn’t scream,

and pushed my face down hard into the mattress and coiled his belt,

while he spread my legs over the pillows and made me rub against them.

Without warning he used to thrust it inside and tell me he that loved me,

and when he pulled it and hit me and that stuff went all over my face he said it too.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I should lie still, and not move.

Good girls don’t make a sound.

That’s why he put his hand over my mouth, so I wouldn’t scream,

and pushed my face down hard into the mattress and coiled his belt,

while he spread my legs over the pillows and made me rub against them.

Without warning he used to thrust it inside and tell me he that loved me,

and when he pulled it and hit me and that stuff went all over my face he said it too.

When he rubbed it into my face, and my hair, and my neck he whispered it in my ear.

I’m a good girl.

 

I’m a good girl.

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I should lie still, and not move.

Good girls don’t make a sound.

That’s why he put his hand over my mouth, so I wouldn’t scream,

and pushed my face down hard into the mattress and coiled his belt,

while he spread my legs over the pillows and made me rub against them.

Without warning he used to thrust it inside and tell me he that loved me,

and when he pulled it and hit me and that stuff went all over my face he said it too.

When he rubbed it into my face, and my hair, and my neck he whispered it in my ear.

Good girls don’t tell he said.

I’m a good girl.

 

It’s my birthday soon,

I’ll be turning nine.

He says he’s going to give me the best present ever,

Because I’m a good girl.

 

I’m his favorite.

I’m special.

He loves me.

I’m a good girl.

Good girls don’t tell.

 

Mum asked me what I wanted for my birthday too.

I told her I wanted to die.

She said don’t be silly,

and told me to be a good girl.

 

I am a good girl.

A good, good girl.

I’m a really good girl.

Good girls don’t tell.

 

All I ever wanted was to be a good girl.

He told me I was.

He promised me.

He said I was a good girl.

He said I was special.

He said I was his favorite.

He said that he loved me.

He said that good girls don’t tell.

 

But he lied.

He always lied.

He didn’t love me.

I wasn’t special.

I wasn’t his favorite.

He was just a rapist.

And I was just a little girl.

 

Good girls tell.

And I just told.

I am a good girl.

I always have been.

He was a just a rapist.

But now I’m in control.

I’m a good girl.

I always was.