Today, he made me a new finger. It looked like all my other fingers, but without the red nail polish.
“You need to be careful in the kitchen.” He smiled at me. He loved fixing my body in his image. “This is what a woman is supposed to look like.” He told me.
After finishing my chores, he continued working on me. The anesthetic helped, but I can still see how he cuts into me. Tweaking me to his perfection.
I never meant to cut off my finger. I just wanted to see if I could.