Chapter 8

This was wrong, wasn’t it? She was a Filipina maiden. She should be defending her purity to preserve for her husband as a gift on their wedding night, not laying it out like a buffet for this green-eyed European conquistador in a prison bathroom. But those rational voices are getting softer and softer, fading into oblivion as the tentacles of lust and temptation tightened their grip on her and drew her even closer.

She no longer had the strength to fight him. Why should she? He was the devil himself, and she was a slave to her flesh. He made her this way. On the day they met a few years ago, he must have cast a spell on her that was now just bearing fruit. She’d been too young then. He’d waited till she was ripe and ready.  

“G—Gress—ohh.”

She could hear the pleadi