Chapter 36

God help, she was so beautiful in that manner, then it will shift again the way she treated me like fire and ice, gentle and cold, soft and mean. Why I felt this way is because I still have the trauma of being tortured. or me liking her.

That word took my mind off. I looked at her face upwards, then looked back and forth at those scars. It just blew my mind right away; I almost dropped my jaw on the floor. I didn't realize it caught me off guard and what to think at that moment.

I lost phrases; I felt my tongue was stuck inside, but instantly I felt anger. I almost see that private part of her as a woman, but I don't care anymore; she doesn't care at all. She pulled down her pants anyway to show what I needed to see. For me to see those on both sides, two traces of scars in hers a few inches from femininity, while her underclothes reside. But it's almost visible from being so close.