Natalie could not breath for a few seconds and then she gasped for air while holding the counter tightly. The bottle had long fallen on the ground. She closed her panicked eyes.
"He is not one of them. He is not." she chanted to herself. But her trembling body did not listen to him.
Max was too close to her that was enveloped in his minty breath. It made her panic. She remembered the time when she was tied and many men took. Their smell, their warmth, their touch. It never left her body. She could feel their hands touching her. Her skin crawled and the pain rose in her belly. She took hurried breaths but it did not relax her. She felt pain.
Max watched her from his kitchen. His hands clenched into a fist. He had brought her here to make sure he could help her with her nightmares. But now, he was the one to bring them. How could he be so foolish!
