Claire had lost all sense of time as Malfoy callously violated her body. She lay on the makeshift bed in the cold prison cell, her mind drifting into a dissociative state, numbing her to the searing pain that accompanied each forceful thrust. She couldn’t bear to look at the face of the man she still loved. In a perverse twist of fate, she found herself grateful that Malfoy chose to take her from behind, sparing her the unbearable torment of meeting his gaze during this degrading act.