She looked dazed, tears welling up in her eyes, then her shoulders started to shake. She cried, but no sound came out. I admit, at that moment, my heart ached.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the bruises on her wrists. Then, using a wet tissue, she wiped off the concealer on her neck, exposing the scabbed nail marks. She then lifted her skirt, revealing bruises on her thighs. In that moment, I had no impure thoughts in my heart.
Finally, she unzipped the back of her dress, revealing scars of different intensities on her back and ribs.
"I'll fucking kill that scumbag! I'll make him pay!"
I let out a low growl, feeling anger welling up in my heart, almost overwhelming. She swiftly took hold of my arm. "Don't be angry. I'm feeling much better now."
I took a deep breath, quelling the anger in my heart, softly touching her wounds. "Does it hurt a lot?"
She shook her head, tears falling silently. "It doesn't hurt after you touch it."
