Those were the longest fifteen minutes of her life.
Needles of shame and humiliation pierced through her, threatening to wreck her dam of self control. As she sat motionless, her spirit bruised and beaten, he threw a bundle of bills at her and walked out of the brothel.
Her body had become price tagged.
About Me
- bongbabe
- Hi, I am Pathika. I am a painter of words, and a dreamer of colors. I believe if you seek, you shall find.
couldn't follow it............mind elaborating!!!!!!!!!!!
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