Coup de Grâce for Step-Fucker

I’m not easily moved, but they say even the smallest drop can wear down a stone. I saw the way he looked at me. I knew what he did when I turned away. I think he knew it too. He knew it and suffered, shackled by morals and decorum. I gave in. I gave myself to him. I thought I’d picked the perfect moment, but it turned out to be the worst one possible. Fucking fuck…