No more mornings or nights. Time stopped for Lisa. The room was her world. The mattress her prison. Her body no longer hers. Boobs scarred purple, nipples forever enlarged from clamps and bites. Pussy loose, always wet with shame. Ass a permanent gape — torn ring wide, inside raw pink visible always. She stared at ceiling. Empty eyes. Mind cracked wide.

The man entered last time. Naked. Calm. Dick soft at first. He carried nothing. No rope. No knife. No clamps. Just his body. His voice. His kiss.