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“Oh, Volk,” I gasped, my voice trailing off as I reached my climax, still gripping his hair tightly. The pleasure coursed through me, leaving me breathless and disoriented.
As I collapsed onto the mat, exhaustion washed over me.
Wow.
I closed my eyes and shielded my face with a hand over my forehead, trying to gather myself.
His hand gently brushed my hair, and I suddenly felt a new wave of shame. I turned to the side, letting his touch slide down to my cheek. Tears welled up, and I counted silently, trying to hold them back.
What was I doing?
How could I let him touch me after everything that happened?
The realization hit me like a punch, making it hard to breathe.
I saw flashes of my bound mother in my mind and couldn’t stop the sobs from escaping.
His disheveled appearance, wet lips, and the lingering desire in his gaze were a stark contrast to the turmoil I felt inside.
He gently turned my head, confusion flickering in his eyes, but then I saw that he understood what I needed. I tried to look away, but he held me in place, pressing a lazy kiss to my lips before pulling back.
“Helena took you when you were just a baby,” he said, jolting me out of my thoughts.
I let out a deep sigh, feeling my heart break bit by bit.
I grabbed my nightgown from the floor and slipped it on, the soft fabric offering a bit of comfort against the ache in my chest.
“Tell me everything,” I whispered. “Please.”
Now there was no turning back.
But little did I know, this was just the beginning of my real nightmare.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
“A mother knows what her child’s gone through, even if she didn’t see it herself.”
? Pramoedya Ananta Toer
Sofiya
Many, many years ago.
“Come on, Sofiya! You got this! What’s twenty-one divided by three?”
My mom’s voice cut through the quiet of our study time, and I looked up from my math book, feeling tears prickle at the corners of my eyes.
Twenty-one divided by three?
Confusion twisted my thoughts, making everything seem jumbled.
We’d been at it for what felt like forever, my mom patiently trying to teach me division. I never liked math, and my mom knew it.
But being homeschooled meant she could make me spend extra time on it.
An hour ago, we took a break when Dasha brought us fresh strawberry and white chocolate cookies with hot cocoa, seeing how much I was struggling.
