The smile has been wiped off Thea's face

Thea came in smiling like last time. Not anymore. She got what the viewers wanted. We strapped her down, arched her back, spread her wide, and gave her body no choice. Every inch of her was clamped, clipped, and helpless. One wave of pain crashed into the next, each one ripping another orgasm out of her. She couldn’t twist away. She couldn’t close her mouth. She just took it, over and over, until the smiles were long gone and all that was left was the raw, shaking mess we made of her.