Chapter 10: A Broken Shell

Curled into a tight ball, Jaime lay silent on her side, the cramped prison bed a cold cradle beneath her. Reggie’s semen oozed from her ravaged body, a slow, viscous stain seeping into the sheets—a mark of her violation she could no longer count. Days blurred into an untracked haze with her cellmate, her “jail husband.” Once a devout Christian, a faithful wife, she’d crumbled into a vessel for this young Black sex offender’s pleasure—her constant, sole companion. Helpless and shattered, she surrendered to this bleak new reality, her spirit a hollow shell.

The steel door groaned open, its faint screech reverberating down the desolate corridor like a distant wail. Resigned, Jaime tugged the thin sheet over herself, a frail shield against her lost modesty, bracing for Captain Torres’s inevitable stride. Her war was forfeit, the battleground of her body ceded to ruin.

Torres smirked, his gaze snagging on the pink thong and bra strewn carelessly across the floor beside her prison uniform—tokens of her degradation she no longer hid. Three weeks locked with Reggie, the relentless Black stud, had broken her; she’d yielded to his insatiable hunger, her resistance eroded to dust. The bruises on her face had faded, leaving her deceptively presentable, a cruel irony. Torres savored the thought of Steve’s shock when he’d learn how his wife had spent her captivity.