Viktoriya has been silently staring at Ana for a while now, thinking who this person that was carrying her so tenderly was, because just moments ago, this stranger had been so rough with her, so harsh with her…
But a tingling sensation, a newfound profound feeling stemming from her womb and spreading all the way to her loin where Ana's hand was, washed over her fears and it made her rethink about her prejudiced judgment, for she internally started to wonder, why did it feel so good even though she was attacked, and why did she not have it in herself to say something to this stranger now, or to call her mother and tell her about her panicky situation, just why…exactly why… she was being so passive when she could easily turn in this perverted molester by shouting for help if she so desired to…
