Kara couldn't tell how long she had been there. She had stopped crying and only moaned in discomfort from time to time but her tears continued to flow. She was so cold and her knees were already hurting, despite the silky tiles. The young woman even had the impression that she was kneeling on pieces of blocks.
She was exhausted, physically and mentally tired. She felt ashamed, weak, helpless and so...vulnerable.
If only...
Kara couldn't help but...blame herself for what was happening to her right now but it didn't help her. If anything, it stressed her out even more.
Why now ? Why...today.
A deep sadness invades her and her tears become even hotter...
A few steps from her, on the large four-poster bed, was her jailer... Ivan was probably sleeping because it had been more than half an
