CAUGHT

Daveryl is staring at the ceiling very weak. It's difficult for him to even raise his fingers. One night have passed and he still inside the room. The man above him is still in his rut.

He feels sore, his bottom is painful and he can tell that he is bleeding now. How many times have he fainted? 4 times? 5 times? He couldn't remember anymore. All he wants at this moment is to leave this room and runaway from this animal.

When Jaime raised his two legs again, he tightly gripped the beddings and gasped. And after that, everything turned dark, one more time. He fainted again, and he hopes that it is the last time.

He open his eyes when he heard someone walking towards the bed. He saw a female figure standing in disbelief near the bed. Is she the hotel staff or who? How did she enter the room? Isn't it locked? He look behind him and saw Jaime sleeping next to him. It's great that he finally rested because he can't take anymore than that.

"Help me get up. And please bring me some wa