Feather Drifting in the Wind
She shoved the door shut, braced both hands on the cold sink, and retched hard, but nothing came out.
She was in so much pain that cold sweat broke. Her fingers shook as she lifted her skirt to check the wound, searching for fresh blood, for any sign it had split open.
She leaned toward the spot that hurt most. Without thinking, she blew on it softly, the way she used to when she was a child and had no one to comfort her but herself.
Suddenly, the adjacent stall was filled with the labored breaths of a man and a woman.
Caesar's voice, thick and hungry, came first. "You little witch… You really know how to get to me."
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