14

The Second Ritual

Maya was lying on the cold, hard floor. Her breaths were coming out short and quick. 

She could still feel everything. Every harsh wave of pleasure that she had endured in the past hours was making her body spasm. 

She wanted to calm every nerve in her body, because it felt like that if she did not, then every part of her being, every little part of her body would shatter in small bits of pieces. 

She tried to take in as much relief as possible when she received a few minutes of break from the unwavering, forced pleasure. Her temples became wet