"Don't take too long, if you need help, call me."
"Um ... ok."
Zac dragged his still limp legs into the bathroom. After closing the door tightly, he slumped down.
'What? What? What's this? What the hell happened? He took care of me?'
Thinking of Jeremiah's calm and serious face made Zac unaccustomed. There were no angry and cynical words from the man, there was only genuine concern.
'Am I dreaming? Did I actually not wake up and still in a state of heat so I'm hallucinating?'
Zac immediately took off his bathrobe, looked at his inner thighs; the swollen gland has disappeared, leaving a deep red tooth mark. There was still a bit of dried blood left on his skin.
It wasn't a hallucination.
They actually did it for five whole days.
Apart from limp from exhaustion, Zac felt his body co
