This is a very interesting piece, with vivid imagery, strong contrasting images and a deep message. The only thing I'm not particularly fond of is your description for this story. I wouldn't consider the person being hurt in this way a whore, it seems more that they loathe themselves to the point where it doesn't matter what happens to them, as long as they can feel, they're almost at the point where pain and love are the same thing simultaneousy... I wouldn't call that being a whore, but that's just me.

Best of luck with writing,
Bette

"This morning. This afternoon. This evening." I love the way you structured these three stanzas so that they would directly correlate with the line, "but i need to be punished for my sins," and the fact that the speaker constantly needs to feel assaulted in order to determine her worth. :)