Serafina

It won’t come off. That feeling of other people’s hands on me. Men’s hands. Their spit. Their semen. No matter how hard I scrub at my skin, it won’t fucking come off.

“Shit. Sera! What the fuck are you doing?”

I jumped when I heard Enzo’s voice. “I can’t get clean.” Desperately, I looked up at him through the clear glass door of the shower. “I can’t get clean!” My voice rose in panic.

He opened the door and grabbed my unhurt wrist, stopping my frantic movements. “What the fuck is this? What is this?” Wrestling the loofah out of my hand, he brought it to his nose. “What’s...