Chapter 50

• I stared at her for a long moment, wondering if this was her trying to be nice or if she was just carrying out his orders in a subtle way, but I didn't have the energy to fight right now, so I just turned away and went into the bathroom to put on the clothes she'd brought me, and I was grateful. The pants went past my ankles and were a little tight in my ass, and the T-shirt was a little tight across my chest, but they fit well enough. Luckily, the material was super soft, so the chafing was minimal on both my red ass and my still sensitive nipples. There was no bra or underwear, but at least I was covered.
• When I came back out, Lisa handed me a glass with some type of ambercolored alcohol. Whiskey, if I had to guess. But honestly, it could've been horse piss and I wouldn't have cared. Not if it made me drunk enough to forget the last twenty-four hours. "Thank you," I whispered.
• "You're welcome," she answered with a small smile that dripped with sympathy.