87 Chapter 1

Two years ago

Body curled, Satele's knees almost touch her head, like a fetus inside a womb. Course palms covered her face, shoulders trembling in the darkness. She was hurting all over, especially her lower parts, legs numb while all strength was scraped from her limbs.

A reminder of what just transpired.

She was disgusted. Disgusted to the bones, finding she was not disgusted to what the man had done to her. She hated him, hated him for making her feel that way. She couldn't accept the loss. Feeling like she had lost something so precious, and no matter what she did, she could no longer take it back.

Her shoulders shook when silent sobs rocked her body, pushing against the lump in her throat.

But the guy beside her didn't notice the barely audible sound of her misery and loss, snarling as he said, "Can you fucking let me rest? I'm trying to sleep here."