7 PM. The training room.
The girl sat on the bed. Already shaking.
Isabella held up the dildo. Thicker than yesterday. Maybe two inches in diameter. Closer to actual size.
The girl stared at it. Breathing rapid.
"I can't," she whispered. "That's too—I can't—"
"You can," Isabella said firmly. "Because you're stronger than you think. And because you survived last night. You can survive this."
She gestured to Atlas. "Get her ready. Same as before."
Atlas approached the bed. Then did something Isabella didn't expect.
He dropped to his knees in front of the girl.
Isabella paused. Watched. Curious.
Atlas looked up at the girl from his position on the floor. "I'm here. At your feet. Where we're both safe."
The girl's breathing slowed. Immediately. Visibly.
Her hand moved to his hair.
