Chapter 45: Heinous Memory
- Diane’s P.O.V.
- My heart couldn’t stop jumping while he was carrying me upstairs. I was dying of mixed eagerness and curiosity about what we were going to do next.
- Bolts of electricity were streaming from my head down the spine, slowly crawling into my veins. I didn’t restrain nor protest. I badly needed to see how he would soon worship my body.