**Suspiria POV**
The darkness wasn't a refuge. It was a holding cell. And consciousness was the guard that came to drag you back to your sentence.
I woke up not with a start, but with a seeping, dreadful awareness. The first thing I registered was the pain. It wasn't a sharp, acute agony anymore. It was a deep, comprehensive ache, a bone-deep bruise that covered every inch of me. My v****a felt like it had been packed with broken glass and set on fire. My anus throbbed with a deep, tearing pulse. My jaw was sore, my throat raw. And everywhere, everywhere, there was the phantom memory of teeth, the sharp, stinging reminder of bites that were now scabbed over, marking me as property.
But the physical pain was a shallow puddle compared to the ocean of agony in my mind. The nightmare never
