on my way to school, i got attacked by a group of 3 girls who must have been around 7 or 8 as well and believe it or not, for no reason at all, they trashed me and beat me up. i tried to defend myself but after they beat me they ran away and i never knew who they were.

could it be that even at that age, it was obvious that i was a lowlife slave; that those girls knew what i didn't know about myself?

today when i meet a group of teenage girls those memories come back up and deep down inside i fear getting abused again and of course at the same time crave it being the humiliation slut i am.