I opened my eyes. I huddled in the blanket that covered my naked body. My whole body hurts. And my head still feels heavy. I looked at the clock, and it was 7 in the evening.
The image of what Leonard was doing to my body made me shiver, angry and terrified. Forcing me to close my eyes again and feel utterly ashamed, hateful, angry, annoyed mixed with a moment of remembering his touch that my body couldn't resist and the primitive urge of satisfaction that arose made me disgust myself.
I don't know the feeling I feel now. It feels numb, my tears flow again, and I sob so badly hours later, I cry until my tears dry, and I can't cry anymore. I hated myself very much, cursed my foolishness, which let me let my guard down in danger. And I accept the consequences now.
