The next morning arrived with a cruel, mocking brightness. Aurelia moved like a ghost through the corridors, her body aching in places she didn't know existed.
Every muscle felt bruised, and the phantom sensation of Rex's relentless pounding still throbbed deep in her pelvis.
Her skin still felt tacky from the dried cum she hadn't had time to fully wash off, but she couldn't bring herself to care about cleanliness, only survival.
As she approached the wing where the punishments were being carried out, she saw a familiar figure through the doorway of one of the detention rooms.
Theo.
Her heart twisted painfully. He was still there, confined to that sterile room as punishment for his defiance, his shoulders slumped in obvious exhaustion and despair.
He looked so small, so helpless against the overwhelming power of the situation.
Aurelia took a shaky breath, composing herself. She couldn't let him see the broken, used-up husk that she truly felt she had become.
