I didn't know how long I stood under the shower cleaning myself. After what Linda, the cleaning lady, told me, I was disgusted with myself for giving in to Milo so easily.
I was nothing more than just another woman he was fucking for the moment. I had been stupid to think I was somehow special and better than other women. Milo had done a good job of making me feel that way.
It felt like I had given a piece of me for nothing. I'd submitted to him and let him do what he wanted to with my body. What would happen once he was done with me?
Would I ever enjoy normal sex? Would I ever find someone who would fuck me as well as Milo did or would I remain reminiscing on the moments he and I had?
"How bold of you to assume you will still be alive by the time he's done with you?" The voice in the back of my head said.
