BRIANNA’S POV

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After Hermes deflowered me mercilessly, I felt broken. So broken I could barely walk. My womanhood stung with so much pain that seared my waist and thighs. Blood smeared my thighs. I had managed to wash them off before slumping into the bed.

I huddled and buried myself on the bed, whimpering uncontrollably as my tears wet the sheets, the scenario replaying in my head like a horror movie even though I tried hard not to think of it.

Days passed and even weeks. I wasn’t sure since he locked me up in his hell hole. My daily routine was to wake up, wallow in agony, nibble...