MARIELA ROSE LOPEZ
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Unti-unti akong nagmulat ng mga mata. Nakita ko ang sinag ng araw mula sa salamin sa itaas. May ilang dahon ng puno ang nalaglag doon.
I felt a little bit powerless that I had to stare at those for a while before looking around me.
I was still lying on the couch, covered with a white blanket. Nakasara na rin ang mga kurtina sa glass wall.
Hindi agad ako bumangon. Kusang pumasok sa isip ko ang lahat ng nangyari kagabi. Dumapo ang mga mata ko sa mesa. I saw myself there sitting on the table, thighs spread, while he was in front of me sitting on my chair, devouring.
I rolled my eyes and closed them. He was always given the chance to do what he wanted.
I heard him whisper huskily in my ear. "Do you want it gentle?"
Nakahawak ako sa dibdib niya at sa pisngi niya. I
