The Story Continued

“After that, as Michel said he never touched me, he stopped going to his office. He started wasting his time and money on prostitutes. He started bringing them here. Sometimes, one, sometimes two, sometimes more. The noises… uff. It was unbearable,” continued Renata.

“At first, I pitied myself, cried my eyes out about you and Michel. I couldn’t talk to you guys, and I kept seeing him having sex with God knows who. I hated him for what he did to me, but the heart wants what the heart wants. I still like him,” Renata gave a pitiful smile.

“One day he came with three girls, and I was ready. I was ready to ask him to act like a human being and not a douchebag. For the first time, I entered his room. He screamed at me and asked what I was doing in her room, and I was ready. I shouted at him. He asked me what I wanted, and I said to talk.

“He tried to break me down and said that slaves don’t talk, and you all know how sassy I can be when I want to. But he was not ready to talk, he was as