Nyrissa lay in bed staring out the window towards the skyline. She had been awake for a long while. But she couldn't bring herself to move. She could hear the men rumbling around the room next door but did not want to face them just yet.
Last night, after she had run away, she ended up crying so long and hard that the pillow was still stained with her tears. Even over her tears, she had heard their lovemaking in the other room. Every part of her screamed to go to them, tell them the truth, and beg them to help her.
The act of sharing pleasure with her partner was a dream that she'd had for a long time. They had been a crucial part of her self-pleasuring. She was hopeful that they would be able to overcome the rest.
But the reason she ran away from them was still the reason she stayed away. IF she told them, and IF they agreed to help and failed, they would be hurt.
The last thing she wanted to do was hurt them.
A soft knock on her door drew her out of her thoughts.