EpilogueShe wakes once more in an unfamiliar room, reminiscent of that first time she had woken up after a day at the Agency.
Instead of panicking like last time, she stretches her arms over her head and tries to relax, though her body feels all kinds of sore in very embarrassing places. This time, she doesn't need to ask why she has been sent to away instead of requiring her to continue on.
She doesn't think she could continue even if she wanted to- even if they managed to get her aroused. Even her throat hurts and she dreads when she has to get up and start walking.
It feels- embarrassingly, like one of the people who had dressed her up after washing and applying healing balms all over her body, had the foresight to put a sanitary pad on her to help catch the copious amount of come th
