Chapter 35. In the Morning

We mated all night long. Lisa asked me to do something her rapists did to her so she would remember what she did with me instead of what they did. It included using the blindfold, rope, and excessive intercourses in many positions. I was afraid at first to do those things because I didn’t want to hurt her. But my mate was strong. She insisted on doing that.

“Because I don’t want to let myself be a prisoner of my past. I want to stop looking at myself and judging me as dirty, useless, and worthless trash,” she said with tears. 

Lisa sobbed and screamed at most of what we had done because she was battling with her mind—her memory of the past. She had to slay all ghosts of her past. Yet I was with her all the way. Each time she remembered her past, I hugged and kissed her, trying to give her strength and comfort. 

We slept when it was dawn. It was as if we had been through a mating marathon. It was my first mating, but it was more therapeutic than pleasurable. Yes,