Lily’s boobs still carried the ghost of yesterday’s wax. Red patches where hot drops had burned, small flakes of white still stuck in places Jack hadn’t wiped away completely. The skin felt tight, sensitive, every brush of fabric or air made her nipples harden and ache at the same time. She liked the reminder. It kept her wet even when she tried to rest.

She hadn’t spoken much today. Throat still raw from blind sucking, ass tender from the dry rape, lip scabbed, neck bruise almost black. She moved slow around the room naked, feeling every mark like a map of his ownership.