Chapter 150

The diary entries continued, gradually becoming more explicit, and the handwriting became increasingly illegible, as if the young man was suppressing his restless heart while writing these words.

Tears streamed from her eyes, as if the last vestiges of her reason were keeping her resisting.

“I am completely controlled by my physical instincts.”

”I reached out and lifted the edge of the lace; it was so smooth and elastic that words could not describe it.”

“I then followed the edge of the lace with my fingers, from back to front, and used my palm to cover the pubic bone.”

”It…