TIME FOR ME TO DO MINE

[LUCA]

It seemed like I was at death's door with exhaustion.

As if my soul hadn't returned my to body after finding release for the second time straight without resting in between.

I didn't think I could move anymore. After the wave of intense pleasure that caused my body to tense up dissipated, the reality of my injuries remained, throbbing twice as much as it did before.

But it was my own doing. 

After being treated like a prisoner for the past several days — cold, starving, feverish, and reduced to a pathetic existence — the pent-up frustrations and helplessness I had sought a means of release.

I couldn't resist making love to my wife after being separated from her for so long.

Glancing at Lena, who lay beside me, fast asleep and breathing heavily with her mouth slightly parted, guilt washed over me. I knew I had been rough with her the first time, and I should've stopped at that.