章 117: Flashback

When people hurt you

over and over,

think of them as sandpaper.

They may scratch and hurt a bit,

but in the end, you end up

polished and they end up

useless.

*FLASHBACK*

Sharp lightning carved its way to the pitch black sky. Deafening thunder followed. The wind whistled a sad harmony and soon enough as if on cue, heavy rain started falling from the sky.

In the middle of the dimly-lit room, a king size bed stood. A woman as naked as a baby lies on top of it, her smooth porcelain legs wide open as she impatiently waits for him to touch her.

Vince Gresyon crushed the cigarette on the ceramic ashtray before slowly moving to the bed where she lay sprawled like a temptress. He discarderded his leather jacket to the carpeted floor before climbing on top of her.