It's a little amusing how grown men think they can treat young girls however they want because we're small and effeminate. Do you see me as a deer? A gentle thing with a pretty pelt for you to hunt down and skin? Eyes so sweet, fur speckled by the sun, I must exist only for your gaze, your grasp. Living life through the gaze of a hunter must be invigorating, to believe you can do anything with no repercussion, to believe we still abide by natural order and survival of the fittest.













