And as much as I was drowning in my self loathing and rage, Sacha on the other hand seemed to be enjoying himself as he continued to thrust into me with all of his might and the longer I stared at him in the mirror, the more I felt disgusted with myself, internally at war with myself until he was finally finished as he pulled out of me and released his pleasure onto my back.
Disgusted with myself, I got back into the bathtub and lay there without saying a word.
“Xenon can’t know about this Asha.”
Sacha said as he began to pull his pants back up and straighten himself out.
“Why? Are you afraid you will end up like Adam and Hugo?”
I looked over to him, a smile on my face though I was dying inside.
Adam.
Hugo.
They were both dead.
I wondered if they were at peace. Were they somewhere
