However, Matteo Salvatore continued, he didn't care that I was asking him to stop, because when I least expected it, I began to feel the strong blows of the belt hit my back.
Now, I really didn't know exactly what was worse for me, I didn't know if the worst had been the… the rape, or if the worst had been Matteo starting to hit me as if I really deserved it.
I started screaming, I was hoping that my screams could be heard around the hotel, I was hoping that hotel walls would have walls designed that kind of walls that don't protect against noise so that nothing could be heard from the room of my room beside.
But no, it seemed like my shouting was of no use, well, maybe it may have also been that I spoke English, I didn't speak Indian language, it was possible that there were only a few people from this country who actually spoke English why would I? They needed, others just didn't care, and the only thing they spoke was their language.
