Chapter Twenty-One
Karl Is Raped!
He woke with a start. The light was on in the other room, and somebody was sucking gently on his right n****e.
“Asha?” he whispered, blinking to clear his vision.
“No silly, it’s me,” Freya answered softly in Danish. “I wanted to make sure you’re OK. Would you like another bottle of water? I know you snore when you sleep on your back, and your mouth dries out.”
“Yes please, Freya,” Karl whispered. “I’m parched.”
Freya had already brought the bottle of water and she held Karl’s head as he sipped it carefully.
“Are you two having a good time together?” Karl asked her.
Freya glanced over her shoulder nervously.
“Karl, I’m so scared,” she whispered. She’d switched to English for some reason, he noticed. That wasn’t unusual – Freya spoke English so per
