97 - Becca

Surprisingly after that banquet, I was no longer disturbed by any of the men.

I must have had two nights of sleep completely, and I was able to use the improvised bathroom. It took me a while to understand how the shower worked, but I remembered a thin bidet hose, so I knew the water was counted. It was good to clean myself, to feel that my skin was no longer made of dirt or pain. I was still sore, I still had marks and ripples "both on my face and on the rest of my body", but at least I was more worthy than before.

The vase was also of great help, and its operating system was a little more basic and understandable. Basically, during a few intervals of hours, those men who tortured me so avidly entered and removed a box that was under the vase, closed and sealed. Probably all the desires accumulated there, and were discarded in some way.

It was still something miserable and humiliating. I still watched them with suspicion as they entered the shed and took me some food. However, I also