ZAYA’S POV
I could still hear his voice screaming as he was being torn apart. Every note of it. I could still see his lust filled eyes as he stared at me pressing me onto the bed and screaming profanities of how it should be an honour for me to want him to f**k me. He haunted me even when he was gone. I could still see him.
I could feel sweats form on my skin, and something like a cloth, wet and cold being dabbed on my body taking the heat away.
The feel of it was weird, I didn’t want it touching me but when it stopped I would miss it. This went on for a few minutes until I was finally able to open my eyes.
Thankfully the light wasn’t blinding so it was easy to see who was here and who wasn’t. I didn’t want to admit it, but I hoped to see him, to thank him for saving me.
But I was di
