Her tits were empty — the milk drained by Viktor's mouth. Her cervix was bruised — not broken, thanks to the panty, but tender. She needed rest. She needed sleep. She needed—
SLAP.
The sound came from the bathroom.
Loud. Sharp. The sound of an open palm hitting flesh. Wet flesh. Thick flesh.
"AAAAHH—!!"
Nora's scream. High. Broken. The sound of a heavenly demon being spanked.
SLAP.
"AAAAHH—!! STOP—!!"
SLAP.
"AAAHH—!! YOU BASTARD—!!"
Helena's eyes opened. Her brown eyes — still glazed — found the bathroom door. The sounds continued. The slapping. The screaming. The muffled, wet, 'I-am-being-punished' sounds that came through the wooden door.
Helena's lips curled.
"Husband is harder on her," she murmured.
She closed her eyes. The sounds continued. She let them wash over her — the familiar, almost-soothing soundtrack of her husband breaking another woman — and drifted toward sleep.
Inside the bathroom, Nora was destroyed.
