Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance
Then, without warning, he urinated on me.
I gasped as the warm stream soaked through my tattered clothing, the humiliation heating me more than any physical pain ever could,oire humiliation. Laughter echoed around the room.
All I could do was lie there, defenseless as they degraded me like an animal, like I was some sought-after after useless, dirty piglet.
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I refused to let them fall; I will never appear weak. Crying wouldn’t change a thing, either.
Bab Populer