Silken Prison

My skin is unbelievably red by the time they're done washing my sins away. I believe that's what they did to me. There's no other way to describe the assault on my skin.

They dry my skin and hair, then bring me back to the room. They make me sit in front of the dressing table and blow-dry my hair. When they attempt to apply lotion to my skin, I stop them.

"I can do this myself," I say to the girl