It isn’t the slap that hurts so much as the knowledge that you deserve it. You deserve it for sitting there and letting a strange man spit on you, slap you, fuck your face, call you horrible names. The longer you take it, the more it sinks in: “what kind of person lets this happen to them? What kind of person enjoys it? What kind of person begged for it? I must really be a worthless whore. I guess I deserve every bit of this abuse.”
I’m definitely a worthless whore.