259. Athena
"I did a good job of pleasuring him," Monica said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The man was mad with desire, made me even lick his shoes… and many more… things I can't speak about."
A single tear slipped down her cheek.
I didn’t need her to elaborate on what more things meant. The raw agony in her voice said enough.
Goddess.
I swallowed hard, my throat burning with unspoken words. The rage.
I had always thought my life, and Raven’s, had been hard, but compared to hers? Compared to what she had endured? I couldn’t even begin to comprehend how an innocent girl from the orphanage, who might have been a virgin, had been forced to destroy herself just to put food on the table.
She took a shaky breath, her fingers curling into fists in her lap.
"Finally, I wore him off
