CHAPTER 38. FAR FROM BEING OVER
I didn't know what came over me. It was as if the air in the room had been replaced by a heavy, intoxicating vapor that scrambled my neurons. Everything I had held onto just moments before—the rationality, the crushing guilt, the fear of consequences—simply evaporated.
The atmosphere in the room became superheated, stifling and thick. I couldn't locate or figure out how it all started, or rather, I could no longer find the will to care. The transition from the girl who walked into this room to the woman lying on this bed felt instantaneous, severed by the sharp blade of lust.
I watched, mesmerized and paralyzed, as Dad’s hands moved to his waist. He worked with a feverish urgency, quickly unbuckling his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed in the
