Chapter 11

• Night has fallen, his poisonous wickedness injected into my battered soul, again. There was no subtlety, there was no compassion. My pleas were extinguished with the violence of his lips moving fiercely. The same proper chapter of evil, the same story in which I was used and thrown away after the act.
• No one can get used to such mistreatment, and I have no choice but to resign myself to its brutality.
• Revulsion grabs me every time his hands touch me and takes over my body. And I look at it there, indifferent, so contemptuous that I think it is from another world. He has no heart. Aleksander zips up his pants, then finishes buttoning his white shirt. I follow his every move in a ball on the bed.