CHAPTER 10. The lioness with lions.
QUILL
I was sitting at the floor, relying on the table while I watched them playing games, talking shits about women or the women around the house. And giggling laughing. Some of them had their dirty eyes at me. But I don't care at all. I was use to people looking at me. One of them stood and walked towards me. With his smirk. Short and a face like donkey. His hair was orange colour. Drinking.
"So? What is your name?" He asked me and sat on the ground in front of me. With his bottle in his hand. He was drunk, the others from behind looked at him and laughed. As he extended the bottle in front of me, "Come on, have a sip?" He asked me and brightly smiled for me to drink it but i just looked away. "Fine, you choice! Are you hungry?" He asked me polite
