Lisa no longer counted days. Time blurred into pain and his voice. Body a map of ruin: boobs dark purple with fading rope burns, nipples permanent swollen, pussy raw and loose from blood filling, ass gaping forever — torn skin never healed, hole always open like a wound that breathed. She lay still when he entered. No fight left. Only small flinches.

The man came in soft. Naked. Dick half hard, calm. No tools today. Just him. He knelt. Kissed forehead long. Then eyes. Cheeks. Nose. Lips. Slowest kiss yet. Lips barely touched. Breath shared. Tongue brushed hers gentle. No force. “My love… today we finish breaking you. With kisses.”