Molly jerked away from the rag violently, tossing it ooff of her lap where it landed and on to the floor. She was sitting up now, her face and body still covered in blood, vomit, snot and cum. Her hands were in her lap and her face was white with trauma. She stared straight ahead and didn't speak or move the entire trip except to pull away with all the force she could muster and dry heave with revulsion if Shaun tried to touch her again.