9. Chapter

The night has fallen, its poisonous perversity injected into my battered soul, again. There was no subtlety, there was no compassion. My prayers were extinguished with the violence of his lips moving fiercely. The same appropriate chapter of evil, the same story in which I was used and thrown away after the act.

No one can get used to mistreatment like that, and I have no choice but to resign myself to his brutality.

Repulsion catches me every time his hands touch me and takes over my body. And I look at him there, indifferent, so contemptuous that I think he is from another world. He has no heart. Aleksander zips up his pants, then finishes buttoning his white shirt. I follow each of his movements curled up in a ball on the bed.

The intensity of its grayish greens preserves the lasciviousness, that malicious shine that I generate in it.

"As always, it has been a pleasure to own you, Miss Luna Miller," he comments mockingly.

If I could just get up and give him what he deserves, but he