THIRTY ONE

❧ Fiorella ☙

I peel myself off his table and refuse to look at his semen, which I notice sliding down the inside of my thighs. I have been used in the worst possible way, I am unable to look him in the eye, so I look down at the floor, waiting for him to swallow me up.

The last thing I want is for him to see exactly how much what he's done has affected me. I don't look up until I hear his retreating footsteps down the hallway. That's when I raise my head. I'm surprised to see Moira standing in the hallway, looking impatient.

My God, has she seen us? Even if she didn't see the act, she sees me now, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what has happened. Another wave of shame washes over me, how could I possibly let him do this to me.

Logically, I know I have nothing to be ashamed of, I didn't want this, he made me do it. Still, I am the one who feels ashamed, for letting him use my body once again, he takes me to my room without saying anything. Once inside, I close the door an