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That evening, Wayne Bailey didn't leave, he stayed in the room.
It's been many days since he last slept with her. She resisted him, didn't want to see him, and he too couldn't confront her various crimes!
Listening to the sound of bathing from the bathroom, Anna Jadwin lay in bed, her tears soaking the pillow.
She hadn't cried in days, thinking she had become numb, yet, tears flowed from the pain.
Hearing the water stop, she quickly wiped away her tears, dimming the bedside lamp.
Wayne Bailey's bath lasted an hour. Usually, he took at most ten minutes, sometimes just quickly showered for two to three minutes.
In front of her, he always seemed like an impatient child.
But tonight, everything was different.
The frail body of Anna Jadwin slightly bent, the bed was too large, making her look even more fragile.
His cold breath approached, she could smell him, so close.
The moment he sat on the bed, one hand stroking her back, her whole body tensed up.
