A faint voice could be heard from somewhere. It tried to pierce my chain of thoughts, but all I could do was stay glued to my tormentor. I didn’t know for how long we remained like it but when his gaze didn’t falter, beads of sweat broke on my temple and a tremor shot down my body. “Apolloo!” Rita shouted from the top of the stairs all over again. And this time I snapped my head in her direction. Wearing a red off-shoulders dress, Rita looked like she had painted red all over her body. Red lipstick, red eyeshadows, red rouge and complete with red stilettos, she appeared to a be a walking red flag. No. A slut. Sorry for my assessment, but that’s what I felt! Rita slowly came down the stairs with a wide smile. She watched Apollo as she took each step down, but she must have followed his gaze because she started looking at me, her smile vanishing. Her eyes widened and jaws clenched so hard that it was a wonder her molars hadn’t broken. She opened her mouth to say something when I felt
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