Estefano's eyes were shining. Helena had never felt so afraid of him, not even on the first night she spent with him. She knew there was no point in running. She had learned that very well with Otávio. She simply leaned against the wall and waited; he held her by the waist, inhaled the scent of her hair, wrapped one hand around her waist, and with the other, tore off her blouse. At that moment, tears began to roll from Helena's eyes; she couldn't believe that, after becoming a widow, she would go through r***s and beatings again. Would her suffering never end?
"Please, Estefano."
But it seemed he was in another world; he pinned her between him and the wall. At that moment, she could feel the extent of his desire, which made her sob even more, and she pounded his chest.
"Please, you said
