Chapter 21
Amber Whyte.
I woke up days later.
Alone in my room.
It's been a week and I'm still sore.
Still red from pain.
Still exhausted.
Muscles cramped.
Breaths shallowed.
Vision blurred.
Pussy pulsed like it had a f*****g heartbeat– still swollen. Bright red. Still sensitive. Still tender to touch. Still dripping. Cervix bruised. Cunt ripped apart.
The first few days after regaining consciousness were hell.
I couldn't breathe.
Couldn't move.
Couldn't walk.
Couldn't talk.
My body ached with the slightest movement.
I was enveloped in pain. Undiluted. Raw.
It was like a nightmare.
I was conscious. Yet I felt trapped in my body.
My throat went numb.
I shivered nonstop.
Not from cold. But from the blend of pleasure and pain.
A maid was assigned to
