Torture

The sunlight from the half-open wooden window on the bed began to illuminate the face of the unconscious Ayla. Due to this light, she began to regain some consciousness. But the blood clotted, that delicate little girl lying there in disarray.

The excruciating pain in her weakened body caused her to be in excruciating pain, in addition to the pain that he had inflicted on her during the night. Her soul was torn to shreds, now even her tears had dried up. She was staring at the ceiling like a living corpse.

Thinking about all the things of the night, she lay down quietly and suddenly came to her senses. She started to build up her courage. Frightened, she pulled the blanket and tried to out her existence in a good way.

"Oh, why are you working so hard when I have to scratch your body once again?" He was standing in front of her and smiling coldly. He was so cruel.

With a smile on his face, she became more and more afraid of him.

"P ... P ... PLEASE DON’T DO THAT; THIS HUMORITY IS BATTE