Katya is awake

She slowly opened her eyes, carefully looking around she saw that you were asleep sitting on the floor, your head was on the couch, and your hand was clutching it tightly, even in your sleep. Katya cautiously lifted herself up so as not to wake you up. She had a lot of questions in her head, she clearly remembered the pain she had experienced literally just now, but she still didn't understand what the problem was.

You squeezed her hand tightly enough, but she managed to free herself from your grip. After looking at you asleep, she estimated her strength, and then carefully picked you up, laying you down on the couch where she herself had just been lying. While she was looking for something to cover you with, she saw something on the floor that looked like a suit, but as if the skin had just been peeled off a person. She approached the skin with a little fear and disgust. Squatting down, she cautiously pulled it closer to her by the arm. As she touched the smooth skin a little, it hit her.

"Stop... Did I really look like that!? Just a shell?"

She looked back at you, but you were still asleep. Her hands trembled a little.

"Is that really you... his girlfriend?"

She asked a question to the skinsuit that she wouldn't get an answer to. She ran her hands over her face and brushed her bangs off her forehead.

"And you're quite pretty."

But suddenly guilt and resentment came over her like a tsunami.

"Why am I just sitting here admiring the skin... It's my fault... It's all my fault... If I wasn't here now... I ruined his life... I ruined her life... I'd rather not be here... I don't deserve all this love... or maybe he was doing it out of pity?..."

All these thoughts swirled in her head in one moment, her gaze focused back on her face, and she dropped the skin from her hands in horror. Tears came out of her eyes on their own; she wasn't sobbing profusely, they were just streaming from her eyes. It was as if she no longer had the strength to cry, but her feelings sought an outlet.

She felt she had to do something, or she would never forgive herself. She looked back at you again, just for a moment. She could no longer look at you, let alone look into your eyes. Wiping away her tears, she stood up and mentally prepared herself for what was to come. Only now did she notice that her tights were torn and her panties weren't on at all, but lay somewhere across the room.