“How beautiful his touch felt for the first time and now, it only disgusts me.”

With my back against the bed frame, ignoring the pain in my foot which began to bleed again, I remained motionless.

I embraced my exposed body, covering it with the sheets and sobbing. Tears rolling down, crying as he was wearing his clothes and I was quivering in apprehension.

“Stop crying.” He ordered strictly, only in his trouser, frowning at my sound of cries.

“I hate you.” I hissed, wrapping my hands around my knees firmly to refrain his licentious eyes to follow before he devoured me to the bone.

“You should, I want you...