Wound

How many people have had to endure so much unforgivable horror and have destroyed themselves because of you? 

How would you feel if this happened to you? What would you do? Answer me Azhewo.

Her skin remembered every second the print of his fingers and his smell so particular which chavait her at every moment.

When he came in her just now, rearing up, out of breath and sweating, she thought she was dying of a pleasure too great. Never was her hatred for him greater either. However, the four letters of love will never again be enough to define what she felt for him.

- Azhewo, when will you finally decide to free me?

- Soon.