Mira's body felt spent. Thoroughly used and satisfied. And incredibly fatigued. Every inch of her begged for painkillers but she knew there was none nearby.
Unless the pride gave her that bitter juice from last night and that was the last thing she wanted. It made her body go numb. She was practically paralysed.
She almost was unable to have sex because of it and that would have killed her faster than anything. Although the thought was funny. Imagine when the medical team came by and studied her just to see her dead body and they would think they killed her.
She imagined the panick. It seemed hilarious yet not at the same time. No more 'meat lady' and her delicious meat.
Mira groaned, turning to a different pose, a smile forming on her lips. Her eyes were still shut. She did not want to wake up yet.
