Free Use Prison: Trained

She told it the way people tell the thing that has flattened their life - out of order, circling, the worst parts dropped in flat like she still couldn't believe they were hers. The cool wing air sat on the bare skin above the sheet. For the first of those strokes she sobbed, face screwed tight, her body shocked white around him. The last of the man who'd built her shame had finally burned out of her tonight in front of a room full of strangers, and what was left under the water was only a woman, tired and used-soft and unashamed, letting the night rinse off her.