Chapter 30

• Balia didn't care if she was naked. She didn't care if Tina or any other person saw her naked. She walked through the door leading out of the dining room with slight difficulty, and she was sore all over.
• He had handled her without minding if she enjoyed it or not, and she hadn't. Not at all. She had hated every moment of it, and she wished there was a way she could erase all of these from her head. It was going to haunt her for a while.
• As she stepped onto the steps, her hand gripped the railing, and she trudged weakly up the stairs. She slipped into her room and went into the bathroom, washing herself with so much vigor. She didn't want to feel his touch on her, didn't eat to feel his scent on her skin from when he had pushed her against his skin and their sweats had mingled.