She followed him out of the washroom, her legs still unsteady. The train car was still empty, a private, moving world for just the two of them. She felt different. The collar around her neck felt heavier, more permanent. The taste of him was still in her mouth. The ache between her legs was a pleasant, constant reminder of his possession. She sat back down in her seat, and he sat opposite her again, just as he had at the beginning. But everything had changed.

He watched her as she clumsily ...