"Wait." Polly Sutton suddenly spoke, struggling to stand up, "Let me change clothes."
She spoke slowly because her throat hurt, as if even walking required her to hold her breath.
Victor wanted to support her but was refused by Polly Sutton. She walked to the wardrobe by herself and took out a blue dress she rarely wore. While changing, looking at the bruises on her body, Polly's hands trembled like sieves.
Victor entered from outside and held her trembling hands, slowly helping her to dress. Seeing the marks on her body, it was the first time he felt the urge to desecrate a corpse.
"I feel like I can never protect you properly." The last time it happened, this time too, Victor said in a low voice, filled with deep remorse.
"I just can't understand why all this happens to me. I have never done anything immoral. I study hard and work diligently, I strive to be a model citizen, and I don't even know those people. Why does everyone want to make me the battleground?"
