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It hurt. Everything hurt. Cammy closed the bathroom door behind her and slowly sunk down, burning pain searing her ass and spreading up her body. He had gone further than he normally did and she felt it. Oh god, she felt it; the familiar vile feeling lapped up her body and made her want to vomit until she was unconscious. And yet, there she was, wide awake and fully aware of what had happened to her again. It happened over and over and over and she just.... let it happen. The drugs helped tune it out, but the pain lasted for days and acted as a harsh reminder of the horrible cycle she had trapped herself in. She wanted nothing more than to leave, but she had no money, no friends, and no place to go. Cammy was trapped here until she found some way to escape. She was trapped with him, forced to endure whatever he wanted to put her through. His chewtoy, she thought, smiling poignantly and rubbing her soft hands over the fresh bite wounds that littered her thin body.
Her head dropped sleepily and she replayed all of his words over in her head. She giggled at the jealousy in his voice when he said that she only belonged to him, that no one else would ever love her, no one would ever want her. Then, she laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. Cammy laughed until she had tears rolling down her cheeks and a heavy pain in her chest that tugged at her heart. Daring to check the damage he had done to her, she clung to the walls and dragged herself over to the mirror, which proved to be a mistake. The eerie wolf in the mirror smiled at her with flat, herbivorous teeth and unnaturally round eyes. It seemed to carry a dark weight around that shadowed the bathroom behind; the look of which she had grown so accustomed to. She stared at the reflection in a daze, it's eyes piercing through her soul and picking out her flaws and mistakes until she was laid bare. It was annoying, those were her thoughts to keep bottled inside; no one else had the right to steal them out of her. Rage boiled inside of her and coursed through her veins. She frowned at the reflection and then smiled, as big and toothy as she could manage, before punching the mirror.
Glass shattered and dropped around the sink and embedded itself into her fist, but she was too numb and high to notice. Camellia was just glad that her feelings were her own again. Sleep began to creep into her limbs and past her eyes and her head rolled to the side. There was no way she was going back and sleeping in the same bed as him just to wake up to him stretching her out and burning inside of her. Slowly, feet shuffled until she found herself curled up in the tub. Here, it was warm and safe. Nothing could get her, nothing could touch her. She stared at the mold that lined the walls of the tub as she drifted off into a restless sleep.