He was correct in a way. I was definitely scared, and i never expected my first sex to be like this. But i could also feel something in my tummy. and ...t made me feel like moaning… not crying.He pulled my bra so hard that the elastic broke and exposed my tender boobs to his mercy. They were small, about 32, and milky fair. He attacked them aggresively. He sucked on one boob and squeesed the other hard enough to make me cry out in pain.“Stop” I kept shouting, but he never did. He tore my skirt. After an hour or so I went to the bathroom to masturbate. I shagged and then slept. Next day this uncle of mine was to leave to Delhi for such meetings. He would return only the next week. So my uncle even asked me, why you don’t vacate the hotel and come and stay here during this week. I said, it will take a lot of time for me to come in the night, as my office was a bit too far off. On his insistence I agreed. That day evening we three went and dropped him at the airport. As we were returning. She noticed his hand, holding the cruel iron spike steady, even the small hairs, on the back of his fingers; hairs that she liked to taste with her tongue. Lila knew that, whatever else, Manu was not delaying for her benefit; she looked up at his tortured face and saw the tears, crawling down his cheeks, dropping, slowly, from his chin.And then the hammer came down.Her world became white. White, as in the white explosion of pain that replaced her arm. The white wave of pain that crashed into. "Put your skirts down. We must wait here until I receive further instructions."Time seemed to go slowly but after about half an hour during which time nobody spoke the noise of an approaching outboard motor was heard. Shortly after the door leading to the jetty opened to admit two more armed Somali crewmen and a short man dressed in a smart white suit a blue striped t-shirt and a peaked yachtsman's hat. His sun bronzed face was creased by deep wrinkles, his eyes were hard and gray and his mouth.