Three minutes. Shorter than vaginal but infinitely longer in trauma.
"Enough," Isabella finally said. "She's endured anal penetration. Conscious. Aware. The conditioning is complete."
Atlas pulled out immediately. Gasped with relief.
The girl curled up. Shaking violently. But no tears came.
She was done crying. Too exhausted. Too depleted. Too empty.
Just shaking. Silent. Traumatized.
But not catatonic. Not gone. Still there.
Still present. Still surviving.
Atlas grabbed a blanket. Covered her. Pulled her into his arms.
"It's over," he whispered. "It's done. You survived. You survived the worst thing. You're—you're incredible. So strong. So brave."
The girl clung to him. Shaking. Dry-eyed. Too exhausted for tears.
"Did I pass?" she whispered.
"You passed. Both tests. You're rea
