After the madness came an extreme exhaustion, soreness, and weakness.
She had been in a deep sleep until the afternoon before she feebly woke up, feeling even the effort to open her eyelids was pulling at the source of pain and soreness in her body. Her body felt as if it had been run over by a car, over and over, motionless. She expended a great deal of effort to crawl out of bed, sit on the edge, and stare blankly ahead.
Tears simply flowed down from the corners of her eyes, yet she did not cry.
It was nothing but humiliation.
The humiliation he gave, over and over again.
Maybe she did not know why she had lost her sanity last night, but everything that happened was crystal clear. She had begged him to take her, humbly doing all sorts of shameful things for him. He had used all kinds of positions to provoke her, and she, in her disgrace, had kept exclaiming how good it felt, and wanting more...
