Everywhere was bright. The light was too sharp. She blinked until her sight adjusted. All she could see was an expanse of broad firm chest.
Gradually, it began to dawn on her, Julius was the bed she laid on. This wasn't a dream, she told herself. She tried to recoil from him but winced at the pain between her legs.
Isobel clenched her teeth and slowly managed to sit on the warm tiled floor of the living room. Her legs shook like jelly so the sitting position was best.
In the process her legs parted to reveal her nether lips red and inflamed with dried semen and a bruised thigh. Memories of the previous night flooded, her lips trembled as she raised her hand to shade her watering eyes.
"What have I done?"
She weeped silently. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks. Self-hugging, her arms crossed about her calves together as her hands gripped her upper arms while she rocked back and forth.
