Possession by KATHLEEN HAYAT (best fiction novels TXT) 📖

"It's not your fault Isabelle. He drugged you because he knew he cannot even lure your body into the sin. So don't you dare blame yourself." She talked to her own broken self.

She started washing her body roughly, trying her very best to remove his touch but it wasn't moving away. The touch was there like it was tattooed on her skin like a forever scar but she couldn't see it but could only feel it.

She enjoyed his touch last night.

"No Isabelle. Don't you dare. It's not your fault." She scolded herself.

She cried and cried God knows how long. Her skin was red and even blood was about to come out due to harsh scrubbing. She felt dirty and most disgusting and killing thing for her was that she fucking enjoyed it. How could she?

After a long time when she started feeling dizzy, she turned off the shower, changed into a new set of warm clothes. She went to her sofa bed and laid on it and curled up like a child as she covered herself with sheets and cried herself to sleep.

In the morning she woke up with a headache to find herself alone in the apartment, she groggily woke up to find a note stuck to the TV. It was from Emma.

"Sleep tight babe, you were having a fever so I sent the kids to school and also called at university telling them that you aren't well and will be taking off today. I've made pancakes,they are on the shelf and yeah don't forget to take the medicine.

Love,

Emma."

Just by reading it a smile appeared on Isabelle's face as she softly stood up and went into the restroom to freshen up. She was glad that her wrists were in the sheets and hidden. Her mind was recalling last night scenarios but she kept them at the back of her head, not wanting to think about it at all.

If he thinks he could get away after ruining her. Then he was wrong. Her father thought her to be a warrior and now she would show him he shouldn't have touched her at all.

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