Eloise’s POV
I feel numb.
Nothing hurts, not my cunt that the entirety of my weight is settled on, not my body from the rough spanks and bangs… If anything hurts, it's my heart.
But it's not measurable, is it!?
I can't erase the look on his face, his eyes… the way he says my name like he wants to duck and disappear. And I hate myself for it.
Once I resume duty tomorrow, I’m sending in my resignation. I don't have to wait for the strict Dorcas to assess me through her thick 3D glasses and tell me the word of my wrecked life.
“Do you feel good now?” I lift my head to stare at my reflection.
My eyes are bloody red from the long hours of crying. I look like a literal zombie. I curl and wrap my arms around my knees, pressing my eyes tight as if to expel the last drop of tears.
Not
