Tales of a distressed luna

Chapter 5

I woke up to what felt like a century later. My eyes were open but I didn't move any single muscle. The lighting in the room was bright enough for me observe my position.

Slowly, I raised my head to sit up. Looking around the room, there was a medium sized bed with some neatly folded clothes at the far right corner. I was leaning by one side of the bed.

The room was sparsely furnished; a round wooden table with a lamp on it, a wardrobe that looked locked, a little mirror frame hung on the wall adjacent to the wardrobe.

It felt like a lady had lived here.

I needed to pee. Pulling myself up, I reached for a door and hoped it would lead me to the toilet. Thankfully, I was right. Moments passed as I sat and began recalling the preceding events of last night; the auction bid, the molestation girls like me faced, my own traumatizing experience last night.

‘Wait…was that s*x?’ I wondered, it was nothing like I had been told or imagined. It was horrible. I felt cold shivers run down my spine.

‘Mother what did you mean when you said be strong’ I spoke out to myself.

The face of the man who f****d me last night seemed hazy in my head. Not until some liquid touched on my lap before I realized that tears had been streaming down. I wiped them off as quickly as I noticed.

I was going to be strong for myself.

A soft knock on the door brought me back to present. I hurriedly cleaned up and made for the door and heard the knock a second time. I opened and a woman standing in front of me handed a food tray to me. She looked like the woman of last night. Not knowing what to say or how to respond, I just took the food and closed the door afterwards. The dishes were covered and I wasn’t interested in knowing what the meal was. I had no appetite. Folding myself at one end of the bed, I drifted off to sleep…