I was trembling on the floor, my body shaking so badly it almost felt like I didn't belong to myself anymore. The closest comparison I could think of was a newborn deer—weak, unstable, legs refusing to obey, collapsing under their own weight before even taking a single step. That was exactly how I felt. Pathetic. Helpless. My legs were there, I could see them, I could feel them, but it was as if the connection between my mind and my body had been severed.
All the strength that once lived in my lower body had vanished. Not slowly, not gradually—just gone. As if someone had reached inside me and flipped a switch, draining everything out through my thighs and knees until there was nothing left but numbness and an uncomfortable, lingering warmth that only made things worse. That pleasure… it hadn't faded. It clung to me like a curse, heavy and suffocating, making my muscles useless.
I wanted to stand up. Desperately.
