(Della's POV)
"Rise and shine!" I was awakened by the loud knocks on the door.
Looking at my bedside, I found that it's only eight in the morning.
"Why are you here so early?" I asked upon opening the door for Fae but I'm not finished speaking yet when she walked in my house like she owned it. Well, what could I say, we're close friends after all.
"How are you?" she asked, looking back at me while placing a grocery bag on the coffee table.
She then pulled me to sit on the couch beside her. "There's still marks. Does it still hurt?" she worriedly asked.
Fae was holding my arm and looking at my wrist that still had faint chain marks on it. It still burns but the feeling was more emotionally than physically. I could remember everything that happened last night. All those dirty touches and licks which still disgust me until now, and those marks on me were just the best reminder for it.