"Have you ever had a day where you weren't sure what was really happening?" he said."All the time. I call those weekdays. Also, weekends."He wasn’t ...ure if she was making fun of him. In the dark her face was a big black spot, impossible to read. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all? In fact, what was he even doing out here? It was the middle of the night, and his parents would be worried sick."William?" Nissa said, "Do you ever—" I have to go," he said, backing away. For a second he. He was tired but was still able to stand in the tub by leaning on the walls.Not bothering to use any soap he simply stood there in the shower, allowing the water to cleanse him. He ignored his sandy blond hair that was plastered to his back. He ignored the emptiness in his stomach. He ignored spots of burned skin all over his body. He ignored the almost boiling hot water that was turning his skin pink even as he stood in its path. He didn't want to thank about these things at the moment. The. Of course she felt the hand, but her brain didn’t connect those two different sensations together and trusted her eyes more than her body. More hands joined, but the camera was so zoomed in that it could only follow one at a time, slowly moving between them. Now the camera moved down and she could see someone had moved the bottom zipper all the way up to her waist. She hadn’t noticed it, she had been too busy watching the hands. She had to constantly fight her brain. There where short moments. This realisation lowered Hilary's spirits still further.Suddenly her nose could smell perfume and she caught the low giggles of other women, even though she saw no-one. The Negro was silent as he led her to a small room, or rather a cell. He pressed his sexy captive into the stone wall and then, without releasing her, attached her left wrist to a manacle chain that led to the corner of her bunk."Why am I here?" she demanded.Hilary was sick of been abuse, dragged round, fucked like a piece of.