I stayed in the hospital for a week. Slowly gaining my strength back. Each time I shut my eyes, though, I was thrown into a nightmare. Different kinds. Like being left in that cell once the boys saw what had been done to me. That one hurt so bad. Seeing them look at me in disgust as I rode that man, and then turning and leaving me to my fate.
The boys knew I was having nightmares, but I refused to tell them what they were about. Part of me knew that I had broken something between us. That once I was recovered, things were going to change. They would look at me differently. Talk to me differently. I was tainted now. Not only that, but I had betrayed our bond. I had given in to the heat and lost my mind to it. I had allowed myself to lose and be handled by other men. I knew that it was simp
