PART EIGHT: CHAPTER 305

Cori

Two weeks with no sex, no communication with the outside world, and no voice except the one in my head, put me in a bitchy mood. Since yesterday, when the fog in my brain cleared, I’d been climbing the walls. Unfortunately, I hadn’t ventured out of the room. I wasn’t feeling brave enough, but that was yesterday.

Today, my sex organs were revolting and I had a different outlook.

I still felt unloved and ugly. Combined with the pathetic pity party I’d been throwing for myself, it summed up the past fourteen days. I glanced down at the missing fingers on my hand. The twisted flesh looked better than it had but it was still hideous with red swollen skin where the fingers were sliced off.

The only thing that brought me out of my post rape funk was having someone to kill. That was handled now and pity was once more my best friend.

I glanced at the door to the bedroom, the one Duke never entered. He brought me here, gave me his room, and vacated to sleep elsewhere. He left me alone exce