EIGHTY-FIVE

ESMERAY

“Esmeray, please come out,” I heard Draven say for the tenth time at the door of the bathroom. I ignored and continued to scrub my body with tears still streaming down my eyes. I cast my mind back to the events of the last few days, and the more I think about it, the more I felt hurt. I wanted to wash Donovan’s filthy hands off my body but no matter how many hours I spent in the bathroom scrubbing my body with different scents of body wash, I still felt filthy. My skin still itched like I’d caught scabies.

I remember all of it. From the ambush to when Marvin had taken me to Heather and Donovan. I remember the argument between the two before Heather left Donovan to finish the job. I remember Donovan wasting time and just staring at my face while I lay there before getting to the job. I cried when I remembered him stripping me off every piece of clothing and lusting after my body. He’d had time to wank by staring at my body and fondling my boobs first before starting to take th