If you tell by Myriam San Marco

This is between us, sweetie.
Our little secret, you and me.
Come on (now), a bit closer.
What are these tears for?

Don’t play coy, sit on my knee.
If you don’t, I’ll burn your auntie.
Ah, this feels good… yes, unzip me.
You should be – ashamed – of yourself.
Good little girls don’t – dress – like you do.
Of course, I love you. I wouldn’t do – this –
if I didn’t – love – you. I promise, if you
just say no, I will stop right now…nothing?
I knew you were the right one, the only
girl who understands what a man needs.
This hurts me more than it hurts you.
Open . . . wider.
Now look what you made me do…
Stop snivelling, if you didn’t like it
you would have asked me to stop.
Clean yourself up, put on your headscarf,
and listen very, very, very carefully.
You have satisfied me, you are my property
to do with as I please, a thing for my body .
No one will believe you if you tell,
because you’re a dirty skanky refugee.
If you tell, I will kill what is left of your family.
If you tell, everyone will think you enjoy it.
If you tell, your father will despise you and spit.
If you tell, I’ll deny it and have you stoned.
This is between us, sweetie.
Our little secret, you and me.

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