Chapter 6

Kristen 

This place was sick. I was crying myself to death, I wanted to scratch each inch of my skin to get rid of their hands all over my body. Their laughs and moans were plastered in my memory. I was mentally shrieking as loud as I could so that I could silence their voices in my head loudly, but they were still there. They didn’t miss any part of my body to remain untouched; not even my vagina. I couldn’t feel anything other than humiliation and disgust, the thoughts were killing me and I couldn’t stop crying.

I couldn’t believe where I had gotten myself involved in matters of hours being in Italy. 

I was regretting the second I said yes to mom for coming here. How did I miss the clue my mother was planning to do something like this to me? I thought she had changed but it was my foolish heart who liked to believe in miracles. Now, those miracles were only a pain in my ass. 

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