Chapter 293

• Tears spilled from the corner of his thigh-shut eyes, rolling down his face next mixing with the sweat and before my eyes, he trashed against the bed with violent movements.
• "It hurts, please don't hit me." He groaned still clutching his pants, "I will be good." His face twisted in pain, "Not to-night pl-ease, it pa-ins me." He stuttered through his words.
• I covered my mouth slapping my palm over it to muffle my scream, my heart tore at the pain and fear he felt and tears threatened to surface seeing him like this not knowing what to do.