THE LINES OF TOOLS intimidated me from the metal table right across the room.
I stayed on the bed with my feet dangling, and hands on my lap, thoroughly traumatized from the whole thing.
After being examined for health, and to make sure that I was truly not impregnated by the Alpha King, the only thing I could do was stare into a distance for the longest time. I didn’t know what else to do. To say that I felt violated would be an understatement. I didn’t even want to go through the memory again but like molten lava sticking to my brain, I couldn’t shake the thought away.
It kept coming back and coming back, especially every time my eyes flicked over the tools right there.
I just had gotten around sleeping. I was able to force my exhausted body to calm down long enough and drift into a
