I forced my arms to move, palms slipping slightly in the blood as I pushed myself upright. My muscles trembled violently, barely able to support me. Still, I said nothing. I dragged what remained of my strength together and began wiping the trunk clean with the torn fabric of my shirt, smearing the blood away until only faint stains remained.
Celeste had a cleanliness obsession.
I remembered it too clearly. The last time she wore a new pair of shoes, she had refused to let them touch the ground. So Dominic had stripped me naked without a second thought and forced me to lie down, using my body as a path beneath her feet.
Compared to that, this was nothing.
Seeing me comply without resistance, Dominic's expression softened ever so slightly, as if I had finally done something worthy of approval.
"Be good," he said, his tone almost gentle for once. "When Celeste gives birth, I'll…"
His words trailed off before they could form a promise.
From the front seat came another loud gag, more violent this time.