The steam from the tub had begun to slowly disappear into the air and that was the first thing Becca noticed as she sat rigid on the edge of the massive bed, her back straight, her hands clenched so tightly in her lap that her nails cut into her palms. The air still smelled of soap and crushed herbs, sharp and overwhelming, clinging to her skin like something she couldn’t scrub away no matter how hard she tried.Her hair was damp, hanging down her back in dark, uneven strands. Her body ached, not with the clean soreness of exertion, but with the deep, humiliating pain of having her will stripped away piece by piece.Brian sat across from her. He had positioned himself deliberately leaning back against the headboard, one arm draped over the mattress, his posture loose, almost casual. As though nothing unusual had happened. As though he hadn’t just crossed a line that could never be erased.Becca stared at him and she didn’t blink, she didn’t even speak.Her silence was loud, thick wi
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