Sometime in my past, when I was a lot younger, a man had his way with me in a parking lot.

I never told anyone.

I don't know his name or anything about him. He is a total stranger. Yet he owns me. Sometimes, I am stuck in a dream. I am little red riding hood, in my little dress and red cape, and he is the big bad wolf and he is about to devour me, but instead he sets upon me and I can feel him again and again and I wake up out of breath, wet and covered in sweat which sometimes ends in an orgasm.

I know I will never see him again. But he should know that he owns me and that I have not been with another.