There wasn't a single part of him that could be looked at without seeing marks of being scratched, the filth, and, his butt. He estimated he wouldn't be able to use the bathroom for a month, a living nightmare, no, a chasm he could never cross in his lifetime.
He always slept with women; he had slept with almost every kind of woman. As long as he set his eyes on them, no matter who they were, he would find a way to bed them, with the exception of Bella Gordon. And it was for this very reason that when he took an interest in Bella Gordon, he couldn't let go, convinced he could have her. He never imagined that there would come a day when he himself would be reduced to being slept with, and by a group of men at that.
