The next morning, she just stood up and walked to what seemed like a bathroom and decided to take a shower. After everything that had happened, she had the right to take one, no? After washing off the sticky sweat sweat and blood from her body, she washed her gorgeous red hair. Her pale face looked so heavenly when calmed and not in pain. Then, she turned the water off, dryied and put on her dirty school clothes once again. Sitting on the kitchen table and eating some cereals, she touched her wrist where a burnt mark remained...along with a pentagram. "I hope this doesn't means i belong to his ugly gang," she whispered, wondering why he wasn't there. Then he touched her pussy...he had taken her virginity so harshly he had hurt her,