Even in the world he lived in, Estefano couldn't imagine how a man could do that to a woman. Otávio was a damned sick man. She had a mark between her buttocks, almost imperceptible, yet he liked touching it so much that he had noticed, but he thought it was a birthmark. Now he knew it wasn't. The bastard had sodomized her. He wished he could resurrect Otávio and make him pay.
"I'm sorry, I should have arrived earlier. But I didn't imagine it was so bad. How many times did it happen?"
"3. It was when he drank."
The sideboard behind the sofa fell to the floor with his elbow.
"Don't be afraid, I just need to adjust myself."
"What did he use?"
He wasn't an i***t, he had castrated the bastard. What he had between his legs wouldn't hurt her that way.
"Helena?"
"An unloaded gun."
"Why di
