The heavy, suffocating blanket of sleep finally peels away from my mind, leaving me gasping as consciousness returns. My body feels like it’s been put through a wringer—every muscle aches, my thighs are sticky, and a dull, throbbing soreness radiates from between my legs. The memories of the day crash over me: the stranger on the bus, the Master in the classroom, the rough, brutal way they used me. I shudder, my clit twitching with a phantom echo of the abuse. I need that rest, a chance to sleep off the overstimulation that fries my nerves.

I blink my eyes open. The room is dark, the shadows long and deep. I glance at the glowing red numbers of the clock on the nightstand. 7:00 PM.