The Horror

Vlad patted Flora to sleep. The poor girl seemed so tired and exhausted. She looked at him and murmured:

"What do we know about my uncle?"

"Not too much. He was always acting in the most discreet ways. But apparently, he was a slave trader."

"Slave trader. How hilarious. Do you know Vlad? Uncle was the only family member who ever treated well except mother. He used to bring me sweets, every time he visited us. And he used to give me attention even more than this he gave to Bianca. He used to make me sit on his lap, talk to me sweetly and cuddle me. I now understand what that was. That little dirt."

Flora bit her lower lip as Vlad caressed her hair:

"Let go of it, Flora. He is dead."

"Claude killed him. I hoped it was a painful death."

"I guarantee you it was."

Flora's Hot tears turned her pillow wet. She hoped her panties would be wet instead. Then she sighed as she got aware of the distraction coming back.

That was shameful. How can she think sexually in such a situation?

Flora was