Five years it had been then, and five years it were now.
For five long years, five long years, she had not let anyone, any single one come near her and touch her.
But that evening things changed, and she ran, she ran like a gazelle…ran back into the darkness…the void that her life had become.
Would he follow her?
Yes, she was sure of that.
She had to think of something.She could not corrupt herself like this.
Only he could touch her. Only him. But who all was he touching now?
Five years then, he was hers and for five years now he had touched many others.