the Capital.
It is dawn.
In the cellar, a sliver of light leaks in.
Chris woke up with a splitting headache, but his body no longer burned uncomfortably.
Snapping awake, he remembered what had happened last night. The narrow bed in the cellar, the messy sheets, a splash of bewitching color, stood out in the dim light.
He knows what that means.
Damn mineral water, he's on Nina ... damn it!
That woman, she was so afraid of men and he ...
He put on his clothes, stood up and looked around for her.
Sure enough, in the most remote corner, he found her.
She looked a mess. Almost unclothed, as all were torn into pieces. She hid in the corner, arms wrapped around her knees, burying her head in her knees, her whole body shivering with cold.
He rubbed his temples with a headache, it was his mistake to drink mineral water from someone's home at random. Maybe it was because of being in the cellar, or maybe it was because he was actually not wary of her.
He stepped forward and squatted down.
In front of her, she looks in bad condition, her short hair is disheveled, her exposed neck, and her arms, bruises and purple marks can be seen everywhere.
For a moment, he felt like an animal who couldn't control himself.
In his mind, all the fragments of last night recalled, did not expect that, under her seemingly stereotypical clothes, hidden body so well.
The nice low voice, the constant pleading, the dimpled body, the shivering, each one of them stimulated him.
It makes him even more unable to control himself.
Chris forced her head up, keeping her from staying buried in her knees and forcing her to look directly at him.
As she looked up, a pair of watery eyes, tear-stained, small lips, red and swollen.
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