Chapter 18

Kay Santino I watch as the dancing ladies twist and slide their bodies on the poles in non-existent clothes, while the horny fuckers watch with shameless lustful eyes. How married men leave their wives and kids at their homes, to come watch as young ladies expose their bodies for their twisted pleasure. I can never understand men. Last night I didn't even blink. Every time I closed my eyes, I would snap them open, sweating and breathing hard. Nightmares. They never go away, and I'm so sick of them. I can't explain why my body was calm around Carl. That is the science I'm not willing to figure out right now. I found myself in the gym at 3 a.m., and my dad joined, telling me how he was right, and I didn't object. My body and mind need rest, and if I can only get that around Carl, I don't mind as long as he keeps his boundaries. Sharing a bed can't be worse compared to what I go through every night. And that brings us here, to the next monster who caused all that. The demon that still hau