Theo circled Maya slowly. His knuckles brushed her nipple chain. Links jerked tight. Maya gasped as metal tore at her piercings. He gripped the Virgin Stick tattoo hard. Fingernails dug into ink-stained flesh. Maya bit back a scream. Theo leaned close, breath sour with whiskey. "You bled beautifully." His hand slid down her spine. Stopped at the plug still wedged deep. "But this?" He twisted sharply. Maya collapsed, vision spotting. "Unworthy." .

He dragged her to a stone pedestal. Leather straps snapped around wrists and ankles. Maya strained against bindings. Theo poured ice water over her belly. Cold shock ripped through her. He lifted a long syringe—thick needle gleaming. "Accelerated healing," he murmured. Fluid burned through Maya's veins. Fire spread from her tattoo. Flesh knitted hot and fast. Piercings throbbed like fresh wounds. Theo traced her clit chain. "Pain is purity." .