21 Lori

Lorelei

I couldn’t believe it. Asher had saved me. I was fighting him being close to me, touching me. The disgust I felt in myself was drowning me. I didn’t deserve his touch. But he had saved me. I closed my eyes against the glare of the light above me in the ambulance as it sped down the highway toward the hospital. I took stock silently as I felt his eyes on me. I took deep breaths and grimaced at the smell radiating from my body. But I was free. My arms hurt from being above me for so long. I could feel the welts on my wrist and ankles from the restraints. My face throbbed from the multiple blows I had taken the last few weeks. My skin sticky from the disgusting things he had done.

Asher had asked if James had touched me. He never asked if he had degraded me. If he had mentally or verbally abused me. There was so much worse that could have happened. Of that, I am sure. But at this moment I wasn’t sure it could be worse. Having Asher touch me, hold me in h