I Stopped Begging and They Panicked

The third time I came back, I came back different. No more rage. No more tears. No more begging for scraps of love from men who only knew how to take. I smiled. I bowed. I gave them exactly what they thought they wanted and I waited. They were so busy falling for someone else that they never noticed the mark burning on my wrist, counting down to the moment they would feel every wound they'd carved into me. A hundredfold. I didn't need revenge. I just needed to finally stop caring. The rest took care of itself.