The room fell into a suffocating silence the moment he pulled away.
Damien stepped back like he had been burned.
For a moment, he just stood there, his chest rising and falling hard, his hands clenched into fists. His face was unreadable. Not rage. Not satisfaction.
Something else.
Something darker.
Sofia slid down slowly, her back against the bedpost, her legs giving out beneath her. Her wrists were still bound. Her body felt heavy. Numb. Her chest hurt in a way she couldn't explain.
Her eyes stared at nothing as shame wrapped itself around her like chains.
Why did my body react?
Why didn't I fight harder?
What is wrong with me?
Damien turned his back to her.
For a second, it looked like he wanted to say something.
Anything.
But no words came.
Instead, he reached for his clothes and pulled them on roughly, like he was angry at the very air around him.
