24. DEADLY MEN AND AN AMBUSH

My books were gone.

My phone and iPad were gone.

I even lost the appetite to eat.

After cleaning up I went to take a bath.

I stood right before the mirror, staring at my body.

My skin was a map of hand prints, prints where he had held me each time we fucked in the recent days.

His hands were nowhere near gentle. They dug until blood stood still and darkened under the skin. I ran my hands over the bruises. I pressed now and again to hiss because some of them were tender. A shiver ran down my body, moving my finger again to poke at them. My eyes closed as the pain trembled from there to my toes.

I tried to recall when I had got each bruise. The images trickled in one after another until the four bruises I had received just a few hours ago. They were the biggest and the most tender.

Besides the bruises on my skin, my pussy throbbed as if I was a virgin again.

I shook my head, slowly walking to the closet where I just pulled on a large t-shirt then slipped into bed. I stared up at