I look up at him, my face still wet with tears. The pain…
“Get the fuck off me!” I yell. Aunty sex I refuse to help my killer. The feeling of anger washes away and only excitement fills me up. The mortality rate has tripled in the past month. I feel the small rocks under my hairless arms poke into my skin. “Noah,” the voice repeats itself. “Your sensitivity to the world around you has increased,” she whispers. By now the pain in my ball sack is making me wish I’d let him kill me before. “Take your whip, I am not helping you.” I turn around and start walking away. Her smile is cut short as I steal the whip away from her. “You are a Zozian,” she explains.
