Lily’s body still remembered every second of the shower and the hanging from the morning. Her neck bruise had turned dark purple now, like a thick necklace she could never take off. Every time she moved her head, the skin pulled and stung, but the sting went straight between her legs. She liked it. She hated that she liked it. But mostly she liked it.

Jack let her rest most of the day. He brought her water, made her drink slow. Kissed her forehead soft. Told her she was his good girl. His perfect broken doll. Lily curled on the bed naked, blanket half over her, boobs pressed against the sheet, nipples sensitive from all the sucking and biting. Pussy still tender, swollen, leaking a little of his cum when she shifted.