I peeled my eyes open as my stomach growled in protest.

(Guess your fasting phase has come to an end.)

“Shut up…” I groaned, struggling to stand up from bed.

I trudged to the bathroom, choosing to wash away the tears and filth first.

I peeled my clothes off my body then turned the shower knob.

“Fuck…” I exhaled, shoulders sagging in relief as soon as the cool water touched my skin.

I took my time, rubbing and scrubbing. As if that would cleanse the events of the day from my mind.

By the time I was done… I felt much better.

I slipped on my bra and panties, then...