Proserpina

Proserpina

I stood under the hot sprays of water, scrubbing my skin. The purple outfit that Melisa had got me lay in a crumpled heap in the laundry basket. I was weeping; the disgust I had felt when that man put his hands over me, rubbing his erection into me… I almost puked again. Sobbing, I rubbed my mouth, hating him for having done what he had done.

I felt violated and I sobbed again, leaning against the wall.

Lucien’s Son. For the love of God, he had touched me and molested me.

I leant against the wall, sinking to the cool wet tiles, burying my face in my arms and sobbing wildly.

*

Lucien

He heard her before he entered the bathroom. Her loud cries, like an animal in distress, came from the shower cubicle and without a thought, he stored in. He was dressed, his jacket getting drenched immediately but the sight of his woman curled into a piteous ball as she sat, weeping inconsolably, made him feel as though someone had put a hand inside his chest and wrenched his heart, squeezed it