Annica opened her eyes slowly.
The high ceiling and the warm air reminded her where she was. Groaning, Annica sat up and began to examine herself.
Her body felt stiff. Like a children's toy that had just been smashed and reassembled, she could not move without pain. She was still not dressed, but someone seemed to have covered her body with a blanket that had now rolled onto her stomach. Reddish marks branded the surface of his skin as if she had just been exposed to a skin disease. But other than that, she didn't see any blood or bruises on her body.
Something new, Annica thought.
The morning Diggory had fucked her she usually looked like someone who had been beaten to a pulp. Swollen eyes, torn lips, bruises, slaps, bites-...
Annica found a bite mark on her chest. Ah... she spoke too soon. The general left his mark too.
