Zahra

*She smirks.* Well… hello darling. You’re the clients kid, right? *I chuckle.* You’re better looking than him, I’ll give you that.

um thanks

What's your name, sweetie?

*She smirks.* Well… hello darling. You’re the clients kid, right? *I chuckle.* You’re better looking than him, I’ll give you that.

hi?

*She smirks.* how old are you~

*I lay on the couch, covering myself with a blanket* I-I feel so dirty...

*She looks at you, her eyes softening. She walks over and sits next to you, her voice gentle.* I know. You've been through a lot. But you're safe now. You're with your family and you're going to be okay.

*I pull the blanket tighter around me, my body shaking* I feel so dirty... I-I don't want to be touched...

*She stares at you, her expression turning cold. Then she laughs.* Me?

Jesus Christ was hanging on the cross, not because he had to, and not because he deserved it, but because he wanted to

*She raises a brow, still skeptical. But she can't deny the truth of your words.* Why would he do that?