RUBY M'CCLURE P.O.V
Disgust….this is what I am feeling for myself now.
I forced myself into the clothes which Paul sent for me.
It would be an insult to these fabrics, if I called them clothes. It was nothing, a two piece triangle shape barely bikini top embellished with golden stone and tassel and a short skirt which barely covered my ass.
I never thought I would be standing here. Getting dressed for what???
For spending a night with a stranger.
Because of whom?
David! The person who was supposed to protect me, feed me, shield me, be my strength in difficult times, yet he became the reason for my destruction.
I can never call him father now, This word made me nauseous now…..
Standing in front of these filthy bastards, I am feeling disgust.
As the fabric clung to my skin. I felt
