The Training of Satine Phoenix, Day Six

Phoenix is back. They drag her up from the river trench, black hair plastered to her skin, naked and shivering in the cold. Day six and the girl still wants to serve at the First Supper, so she crawls, begs, takes whatever they give her. In the trainer's office they load her arms with weights, balance that tray on her shoulders, and beat her every time it slips. Sweat rolls down her flat belly. Later they bend her over a bench, tie her wrists tight behind her, and fuck her ass until she can't hold still. When the man is ready he pulls out, aims at her upturned face, and paints it white. She stays bound, dripping, learning.