The evening was fast setting in, and the lights in the bedroom looked like they were dying out but that's just how they were faint.

I was trying so desperately to pretend I was asleep.

Visual images of Pedro fucking the hell out of Natalia repeatedly flashed through my mind, a mental torture I did not subscribe for.

Their soft whispers of pleasurable bliss and muffled moans echoed in my head. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping that if I stayed still, I could escape those memories. Moreover, I wasn’t ready for another confrontation with one who must not be named.

Then, I heard it: a distinct thump of a...