The soundproofing in the Lane Family's home was indeed very good, but it couldn't withstand Kevin Clark's relentless torment after holding in for so long.
Charlotte Lane had no idea when she finally fell asleep.
She only vaguely remembered the light seeping through the curtains.
Her eyes were unfocused, like a flat boat floating on the sea, constantly sinking and rising, continuously drowning, yet continuously reliant on the sensation of drowning.
"Don't cry." Kevin Clark's voice was cloyingly gentle, laden with infinite desire as he kissed her ear, whispering softly, "It'll be over soon."
Charlotte Lane vaguely remembered being carried to the restroom.
But she had no idea when she came out.
An entire night of sporadic exhilaration left her drained of sensory responsiveness and alertness.
By the time she regained consciousness, lunchtime had passed.
Charlotte Lane reached for the clock by the bed and gazed at it, then despairingly hurled it onto the carpet.
