When she woke up, it was already late in the afternoon.
The curtains were tightly drawn across the windows, casting oppressive and nearly suffocating shadows over the bedroom.
There was no one beside her in the bed.
She held her dizzy and heavy head and sat up. Flipping away the quilt, she saw that her body was now clean and dry with a bathrobe covering it.
There was a stack of fresh and new clothes laid neatly next to the bed. Every item, from the lingerie to the overcoat, was according to her exact size.
She heaved a long sigh of relief and tried to move her body with some difficulty. This was when she noticed the swelling around her inner thighs and close to her pelvis.
Why is it so painful?
She started to recall hazily their wanton night, and t
