End of the Game
The sunlight pushed through a crack where the drapes met, painting a bright slit across her body. She lay inertly on her bed, arms flung out, legs curled under her. The sheet beneath her was stained with blood. On the floor in disarray were her shoes, skirt, top, bra, panties, and an assortment of stuffed animals. She stirred, tried to sit up, fell back on the bed. She was a mass of aches, with particular sites of pain in her nipples, vagina, and especially her rectum. There was a...