After drinking the water, Aurora cleared her throat and discovered that she felt a little more comfortable. No doubt, she had probably been dehydrated. The bedroom was quiet and, when she attempted to stretch, she found that she was able. Of course, there was still a lot of pain, but she could feel it receding. She had been angry at Caldwell but, now that the light was shining through the window, what she felt was more akin to shame.
Aurora had always known that men had needs, and she felt bad that she had not met Caldwell’s of her own volition. In the end, she had forced him to rape her, and that, she realized, had not been fair to him. Slowly she stood up and took a couple of hesitant steps. It turned out that her body was not as broken as she’d first though. She faced Caldwell and said
