Everything Is Connected

In a dark hall, where darkness clung to the stone walls like a suffocating cloak, Rebecca's consciousness fluttered back from the void. 

Her vision, initially shrouded in blackness, gradually adapted to the faint glow of dark fiery light that seemed to seep from the very air around her. 

Recognition dawned harshly as she realized she was back in his tower, a place that filled her with revulsion.

But her heart jolted as a flood of memories from before her collapse surged through her mind, igniting her cheeks with a flush of humiliation and her eyes with a cold, seething rage. 

In a frantic motion, she looked down, her hands exploring her body, half-expecting to find remnants of her recent ordeal. 

To her surprise, her skin was unmarred, the vile lettering and wetness that had marked her now gone, leaving her skin as pristine as usual.

Did that bastard actually bothered to clean her up? Ughh...she was really like a toy to him.