For the Love of LiciaChapter 39 Back and No Way Back
The French lily was less than two inches tall. It sat on the back of her right hip where only its tip would show from under regular cotton panties. The hurt and the swelling had mostly gone. It wasn't the pain that kept her feeling mad; or even the permanent marking of her skin. On the contrary, she admitted that it was quite pretty. But what she couldn't accept, was the violation; she felt abused, used like mindless cattle. She felt raped and above all, betrayed. In the end it was her...