Aleera
My stomach twists, yet I welcome the pain—anything to stop the memory of them all laughing, anything to stop the sight of my mates just watching my humiliation. Darius had brought food in earlier and set it down. I just stared ahead; I have no appetite and no will to do anything. However, Darius lingers, and I remain where I sit. I haven’t moved from the spot since, even though it is now dark, and the entire day has passed by.
“You should shower,” Darius tells me. Silence is all he earns in response; I don’t even acknowledge his existence. I don’t care if Darius killed them. He still watched what they did and only interfered at the end; he still allowed them to get to that point. They still allowed them to humiliate me. After a while, Darius gets up and I hear the door lock after
