Milena~
My knees buckle beneath, screaming for me to give in. But I am adamant. I stay still, letting the ache crush my soul—my punishment for letting a man use my body. My punishment for being dirty and worthless.
Since the monster left me on my knees, I have been in this position. Dried semen coats my features. My running fluid stains my krpa, breaking through my thighs and onto the ornamental rug.
I welcome no food or water, depriving my body of proper bath. I stink of blood, sweat, and the filthy smell of a man’s sperm. I’m in the dark how long I’ve been in this state.
Twenty-four hours?
A day?
Two, or is it the dawn of the third day when I will be forced to be Luna? Until this moment, my mind is in a lost place. Unable to figure a way out of this mess. Unable to pull me into t
