He yanks her off the table by the hair like she weighs nothing. Her body is limp, legs shaking, pussy still twitching from the endless orgasms he forced out of her. Cum and squirt mix on her inner thighs in sticky trails that gleam red under the bulb. Her tits are bruised now—faint purple fingerprints blooming across the pale skin, nipples swollen dark and raw, scraped bloody from the metal table.

He throws her onto the thin mattress in the corner—stained, lumpy, reeking of old sex and despair. She lands on her back with a grunt. Legs splay open automatically, too wrecked to close them. Her pussy is a ruined mess: lips puffy and dark red, inner walls visible and fluttering, clit engorged and hypersensitive, a steady trickle of her own cream leaking out to pool under her ass.