CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
~ Camilla
My fingers pressed against my throbbing p***y, trying to stop the burning. Each movement sent sharp pain through my hips, making me gasp and stumble. I wanted to scream. My legs shook. A hot, sticky mess leaked between my thighs, his semen and blood, making me hate him more. I pictured his smirk, and I felt sick with rage. I wanted to hurt him. I limped forward, each step painful. I wanted him to feel this pain. My breath hitched. My torn, swollen p***y pulsed with each step. I remembered him bending me over, the wall cold, his c**k pounding into my raw p***y.
My hands shook as I yanked my dress off the floor, the fabric crumpling in my grip as I fumbled to pull it over my head. My fingers felt clumsy, useless, the aftermath of what had just happened mak
