Anne woke up from her sleep because her throat was dry after crying almost all night. She didn't change position much during her sleep as her whole body ached.
"Jack...sorry, I'm sorry..." Anne sobbed softly when she managed to remember what happened to her last night. Luckily, Alan had removed his hand from Anne's body, so Anne was able to get out of bed without any trouble.
Enduring the stinging pain, Anne walked to the bathroom. The first thing she wanted to do was clean her body from the remains of Alan's touches last night. Her eyes were filled with tears again when she saw the blood stains on the bed she had just left. Her chest felt tight again. To keep her voice from being heard, she bit her lip hard. She didn't want to wake the evil monster who was still sleeping. The bathroom which was only a few steps away felt so far away for Anne who walked like a snail.
