Chapter Seventy-Seven The only thing that seemed to chase my desire for self destruction away was the more than welcome distraction of a good orgasm. f*****g made me feel something more. If it had pain with it, that was even better. I wanted to be hurt, to feel the pain on my flesh instead of buried inside. The sharp sting of nails digging into my back as I f****d myself into someone, or then f*****g me. It didn’t matter, I just wanted it to hurt. Pushing open the bathroom door, I didn’t bother with the lights as I hurried to the shower. Gripping the chrome knob, I turned the water before stepping inside. I let out a hiss as the icy water beat at my overly warm skin. Dipping my head beneath the water, I braced my hands on the cold tile wall. I tried to will my body to relax. For my