I don’t have choice but to change Natasha’s clothes with my oversized t-shirt and boxers. She’s wet and cold, and if I won’t change her clothes, she’s going to get sick. I cook soup for her when she woke up, her stomach will have some. By the sound of grumbling of her stomach, I know she’s exhausted and hungry.
What the f**k did those fuckards do to her?
I balled my hands into first. Even without a father, I think it’s common sense not to touch a woman without her permission, not to force her into a s****l intercourse. If she says no, then you get off and pull out your s**t.
I brought Natasha in my room. I let the door open in case something happened to her. I was right, because a loud scream almost made me deaf. Immediately, I run towards my room and sit on the bed.
Without lookin
