Yara's point of view
I love the image I see in the mirror; I look at my belly and even though my belly hasn't even begun to show from the pregnancy, I know that I have the ticket to happiness inside me, I would never have to go hungry again and I would have all the luxuries I deserve. I was fed up with poverty and being adopted by a poor family. I would have preferred to stay in the orphanage.
The hands that made me happy embraced me from behind, and with his nose he rubbed my neck, making my skin crawl.
"You look more beautiful every day, Yara," I turned around and faced his beautiful eyes that I loved so much.
"Really what you're telling me?" I ran my tongue along his cheek, trying to seduce him completely, I was full of hormones, and need for pleasure.
"Yes, ah! You are beautif
