When Aldana Candi woke up, it was already daylight.
She slowly opened her eyes and emerged from under the covers.
The sheets and duvet had been changed, and the sticky sensation she remembered on her skin had vanished. Philip Shaw must have bathed her while she was unconscious.
Remembering what Philip Shaw did to her last night, Aldana felt a chill seeping from her pores.
What a sensual night it was, not intense at all, even gentle one might say, yet it was the most unbearable she had ever felt.
She would rather have been hurt than remain in that delirious pleasure.
She rubbed her arms, pressing down the goosebumps, when she heard the door open. A man in a thin shirt walked in energetically, with a slight smile on his face, and asked her, "Awake?"
Aldana opened her mouth, only to find her voice hoarse, unable to speak, with a faint pain in her throat.
