The old nobleman's fingers rummaged in the dish for another of the little blue pills.
He had three weeks of her body logged in his ledger. Three weeks of training her holes to his liking, of clamps and straps and rings, of dosing her with alchemical heat until her own body betrayed her mid rape and he could laugh at her for it.
He had broken her the way he broke all his purchases, methodically, and she lay there leaking him onto the cushions, conscious only in the loosest sense, her daughter's name already dissolving in her skull like sugar in rain.
"Let's fuck you again, my slut...!"
He tossed the pill onto his tongue.
And then his entire body flinched.
