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I pulled my dick from her, wiping the mixture of blood, shit and cum on the sheet, making a mental note to burn these when I was done. I stood up, slapping her thrashed arse cheek for good measure, before leaving her and showering. When I returned a half-hour later, Lauren had appeared to have passed out, her feet blue from the lack of blood. I released the ankle cuffs from the bed head, allowing her legs to drop back to the bed with a flop, waking her immediately from wherever it was she had gone. She cried a low, exhausted and emotionally overloaded cry as the blood rushed back into her legs, filling her feet with colour. "Youôre a fucking mess Lauren, look at you. Covered in cum, blood, shit, your own saliva, for fucks sake. Iôll have to clean you up I guess, youôre making me sick just looking at you" I told her, walking to her side. "No funny business either bitch or Iôll rip your eyes out"
Lauren looked at me as I spoke, a hot flush of humiliation and self-loathing spreading across her face. I undid her wrists from the bed head, but not from each other, and wrapped the filthy sheets around her before picking up the entire package and carrying her to the bathroom. I placed her in the shower alcove and took the sheets off her, leaving her cowering against the cold tile wall.