You can't stop crying, your wet face buried in the pillows as you listen to matty moving around in the bathroom to your side. Everything hurts: your privates are sore, your ass stings, angry red marks bite into your wrists You're still on your knees when he returns, face down, ass in the air, a certain fluid still dripping down your thigh. “Oh, baby girl,” he says quietly, his tone a soothing balm on your strained body.