Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25169271-20150505015906/@comment-26130578-20150510051932

Penelope couldn't help keeping something like this bottled up. Nothing would change even if she blubbered her sorrows out like other girls; the feeling of shame and hatred would still remain. She slowly picked up her fork and speared a buttery shrimp. "What good would 'confessing' do? Or 'forgetting', as you're trying to do?" She took a bite. "...It was like I was raped..."