Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen

            I tried clearing my head and got up to face Andy. He was laying there in a trembling heap watching me through glassy eyes. There was blood and lots of it. He couldn't have wanted this. I took a seat beside him on the bed gently.

            "Andy, Gott, did he rape you," I asked in a soft voice.

            "Y-yeah," he said fighting back tears.

            "I'm sorry I yelled." I gently pulled him on my lap careful not to hurt his sore bottom. He just started crying big wet tears that soaked through my shirt. I felt so bad for him. Even though I was planning on taking his innocence tonight too.

            "Do you want me to clean you up?"

            He nodded and I picked him up and carried him with me to the bathroom. I knew he wouldn't want me to leave him by the way he clutched to my shirt. I got a wash-rag, a towel, and ran his bath water. I placed him gently in the tub and bathed him like he was a child, minding his rear.

            When he was clean I drained the tub and wrapped him up in a towel. I placed him in the guest room deciding he probably didn’t to sleep in the room he was raped in. I stayed with him until he fell asleep and then I quietly crawled out of the bed and slipped out of the room. I still had some business to attend to.

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Does this clear things up?

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