Redemption

She peels off her tight clothes piece by piece, breasts spilling free, and feels the first real breath in weeks. Rules slip away with each button. She flashes her chest at the camera, not for anyone else, but because the exposure itself pulls something tight inside her loose. Her sighs turn heavy. Every look into the lens says the same thing: watch if you want, touch yourself if you can’t help it. She’s already there, fingers moving between her thighs, chasing the quiet rush that only comes when no one can tell her no.