I don't want to think about those things. I quickly went to the bathroom when he let me go. I bit my hand to not to let out a cry. After an endless struggle and panting heavily, I regained my posture then I changed and walked out. He was sitting on the sofa. His hand is over his eyes, seems like he didn't notice me. His shirt is tugged out of his pants. His coat is thrown on the floor. His sleeves are roughly folded, his tie was loosed. I picked his coat from the ground and put it on the bed. Suddenly a strange sensation rushed over me. I...