After Carmela and Joy managed to escape from Cassius, they didn't stop running.
Their legs trembled. Their breath came in ragged gasps.
But nonetheless they ran until they found an empty bedroom, one of the guest rooms near the back of the estate and locked the door behind them.
Just in case Cassius came back.
They then threw themselves onto the bed, and the moment their bodies touched the soft mattress, sleep swallowed them whole.
They had no choice. Their bodies were completely battered and bruised from the night of passion where Cassius had relentlessly tormented them, making them squirt over and over again until they had nothing left.
Every muscle ached. Every joint screamed.
Their skin was marked with hickeys, slap marks, and bruises—testaments to the way Cassius had played with them.
These were the same women who had fought in wars and battles that lasted for weeks.
They had endured sieges, survived ambushes, marched through frozen wastelands and scorching deserts.
