Damian stood in the middle of his room confused, what should he do??  In his whole life he did not give his sweat to anyone, he always subsists from prostitutes and does not allow them to feed from him, he does not even know what he should do with this situation.

He came close to her and heard her moan, which he was trying to hide with his pillow, wallowing in the bed, hoping to relieve her pain, the pain still remembering the minute details of the severity of the blow that hit him all over his body, as if his bones were being broken to re-form and grow, and...