บท 224: Doran's Perfect Execution

She frantically kissed him, merging her needy lips with his. Pain swirled in her belly, it pumped in her veins like nothing she had ever experienced before. Doran's abuse was nothing in comparison to this for her.

Knowing and seeing for herself had literally pushed her over the edge of madness. It sickened her to her bones. She wanted to fall to her knees and retch but his warm embrace provided a diminutive strength to keep her standing.

"Zyairrrr!" Her lips uncontrollably quivered as his name desperately tumbled out. He knew she must have seen something disturbing related to him.

"I know, I never wished for you to see that." His body spasmed with painful reminders of his past. His skin pricked at the thought of anyone touching him like that again, making him go through humiliation, assaulting him, abusing him, molesting him.