“Poor little girl...” a man’s voice rang somewhere near.
Zuri compelled herself to open her eyes when she felt this man or woman was once coming nearer to her. Her repulsion to be around each person demanded her to move away.
Her respiratory grew to become ragged when she felt this man’s tender hand touching her cheeks, his finger felt so cold and she couldn’t breath when that nasty feeling lower back to her mind.
“Don’t... touch me...” Zuri managed to communicate those phrases and moved her body slightly, she opened her eyes and found a man sitting on the facet of the bed.
Where did he come from? She was once positive that she didn’t hear the lock of the door being opened.
“Why?” the man asked, he appeared at her innocently. “Because it reminds you of what your mate had done to you?”
