Nancy contemplates

The light never dims, and the room hasn’t changed, but everything feels different now. I can’t stop thinking about what I did. Every time I close my eyes, it plays out again, like a film on repeat—my body giving in, the way I let myself go.

I shift on the bed, pulling the grubby sundress down as far as it will stretch, but no matter how much I cover, I still feel exposed. The camera is there, always watching, but the shame sitting heavy in my chest is all mine. I did that. I chose to do that.

'You needed it', the voice whispers, calm and reassuring. 'You were in control.'

My breath hitches, and I swallow hard, trying to push away the gnawing guilt. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction, but it’s not that simple. The ache inside me had built up for days. How could I have resisted? The voice is right—I needed it. My body had been screaming for release, and for once, I listened.

'It’s okay to give in sometimes', the voice says, a quiet comfort. 'You aren’t weak for it. You’re human.'

The words wrap around me, soothing the raw edges of my thoughts. I let myself relax a little, my muscles loosening as I replay the moment, but without the disgust this time. It felt good, didn’t it? To cum. The warmth. For a few minutes, the crushing weight of this place had lifted, and that was mine. No one **** me into it.

'You took control', the voice continues. 'That was your choice.'

I sigh, lying back fully now, letting the voice guide me through the haze of doubt. Maybe I was too hard on myself. It wasn’t about them. It was about me.

'Your body knew what it needed. You did nothing wrong.'

The camera hasn’t moved, but for once, I don’t care. I might have been watched, but I was the one in control. I feel that truth settle inside me, soft but firm. I did what I had to do.

'They can’t take that from you', the voice reminds me.

As I lie there, I let my hand drift up under my dress. I feel a fleeting tingle rush through me as I brush my pussy lips just once. I waver for a moment. My eyes drift back up to the camera.

I begin rubbing again; my other arm in the air pointing a middle finger at my captors.