Anan’s POV

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An eternity later, I could finally stand, though my legs still shook and every step sent a dull ache through my used hole and up my spine.

I pulled my pants up with careful hands, wiped what I could with a discarded cloth, and limped out of the interrogation room before anyone else could walk in on the aftermath.

The corridor felt longer than usual as my gait remained uneven. I kept one hand on the wall for balance until I reached the small room where the two officers from earlier were waiting, both looking up the second I appeared in the doorway. Neither of...