The next three days were a nightmare of anticipation.
Dante didn't come. Didn't use her. Just let her wait. Let her dread build.
Atlas performed the cleaning ritual each night. But now it was different. Heavier. Loaded with what they'd done.
What he'd done to her.
He still made her c*m. Still tasted Dante when Dante used her during the day. Still hated himself.
But now there was something else between them. Something that felt almost like intimacy. And that made it worse.
On Day Twenty-Three, Dante came in with news.
"They arrive tomorrow," he said. "I thought you'd want time to prepare."
"Prepare for what?" Novalee asked.
"To meet your husband, of course." Dante smiled. "To show him what you've become. What he failed to protect you from."
"Don't do this. Please."
"Oh, I'm going
