soiled Sonya His words wrapped around her flesh like thorny vines except they were hidden beneath red roses that smelled of bliss, passion, and thrills. She fought against it and told him she could not, but he pursued relentlessly. The flowers of the vines paled in comparison to the flower that was lying in the darkness at his mercy. The girl felt dirty just for wanting and for nearly allowing him to lead her heart away into the land of treachery. Respect was nowhere to be found while lust danced wildly during the duration of their conversation. She searched frantically for remnants of what once was. She had expected more from him. That night would live in her mind longer than she wanted. It was the night her friend turned into all the others. It was the night her lavender petals were soiled by a temptation that was thrust upon her by a corrupt man cleverly disguised as a paladin. She vowed she would never be soiled again. Afterwards she broke down and cried as she knew there would be many more like him. Soon the beauteous lavender of her petals would no longer be visible as she would be soiled completely by the constant coercing, persuading, and bruises inflicted by such hungry predators. She was soiled and wilting. 020318 what's it to you? who go blather from