The night was not a span of time; it was a vast, suffocating ocean of torment. In the cavernous silence of the Starlight chamber, the only sounds were the rhythmic, wet thwack of telekinetic slaps against Valentina's ass and the ragged, inhuman whimpering that tore from her throat.
Suspended in midair, Valentina felt as though she were being flayed alive by invisible razors. The telekinetic grip around her nipples was relentless, a grinding, twisting motion that never relented.
Every few seconds, the force would yank them downward with such violence that she felt the delicate connective tissue stretching to its breaking point, threatening to tear away from the breast tissue entirely.
"Please..." she whispered into the darkness, though there was no one to hear. "Gods... mercy..."
But the gods had abandoned this house. Only Rex remained.
