Seventy-Seven

Seventy-Seven

Seth

Shame. That’s what I was filled with. As I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, that was the only thing I could bring myself to feel.

The anger and lust I was feeling a moment ago had washed off, leaving me with the side effects, shame and guilt as Naomi slept off softly beside me.

She fell unconscious a moment ago, her body falling limp from both exhaustion from the torture I dealt to her pussy, and from the exhaustion of the whole day on her.

She was running when I found her. But from what? Why did her own team mate chase her through the woods and threaten to fuck her if he caught her?

Was that another type of foreplay? Judging from the fear in her eyes, they weren’t playing. He was going to rape her.

No, no. Seth. I cautioned myself and released my fist, the pain from where my nails dug bringing me back to the present.

Why did i still care? She broke me. Betrayed me, ruined me.

Who am i kidding, of course i care. I care more than i care for mu life.Everythin