11. Truth

Moving away from her he settled down on the bed and placed his elbows on his thighs raking his fingers through his wet hair before rubbing his face as he sighed.

What was he doing? Has he lost his mind?

Shaking his head he tipped his head to gaze at the girl. She lay there vulnerable to his eyes.

He stood up and walked to the foot of the bed. He paused, his gaze fluttering over her form. He noticed her fading henna-tinted toes and then he saw scratches and little blood on her little pink soles. Her feet were so small.

He noticed that her long skirt had moved up to her knees with all her struggle denuding her calves. His eyes lazed on the dark-colored anklets around her dainty ankles. He had the urge to touch her legs.

His gaze worked up to her waist and he gazed at her belly piercing. The jewel that dangled from the piercing shined. A few inches of her taut stomach were on display and then he noticed the perfect swell of her breasts, her chest moved up and down with her breaths.

She