Teaching the bitch a lesson

I lay spent on the bed, panting for breath. It has been hours since we were at it, but the man didn't even show signs of fatigue.

He was still going at it.

His hot breath on my back accompanied me to sleep.

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A loud knock on the door woke me up from sleep.

I sat up on the bed and yawned.

My entire body hurts like hell.

It was akin to the time I started my first training. My bones, especially the ones below my navel seemed to hurt like hell.

I glanced around the room, half expecting the man to be by my side, waiting for me to wake.

However, what I saw was an empty bed.

The knife was no longer on the floor, meaning that he might have taken it with him with he left.

The knock on the door came once more.

And this time, it was insistent.

“Who's there?” I wrapped the blanket around me.

The door opened, and the snobby bitch came in.

She narrowed her eyes at me.

“Slut.” She murmured under her breath, looking at me as if I stole something precious from her.

“What's the meaning