Theodora wiped her tears and began narrating what happened inside that room in the evening. Under the warm light of the torches burning around, her pale face glowed.
"I... I don't know how to explain this. But since you have decided to humiliate me in front of so many people, then so be it."
She gulped before meeting Lester's eyes. "I just stepped out of the bathroom after taking a shower. I was drying myself when..." Theodora clutched the front of her dress, coiling her body, hanging her head in shame. "This bastard entered my room." She pointed at Douglas's dead body.
"And he... he... tried to... oh God! I can't even say it aloud." Theodora's loud sobs confirmed everyone's doubts. Lester clenched his fists tightly.
"I cried and tried to call for help, but he... he stuffed a scarf in my mouth and..." Theodora hid her face with her hands while Harold stood there staring at her amazed.
