As he pulls free of her, she braces herself for another agonizing insertion.  But it never comes!  Instead, she hears him grab something from the floor then stalk out the door without another word.  As soon as the door slams shut, Liz's arms begin to tremble and she collapses onto the bed.  Screaming into the pillow, she lets loose all the pain she'd just borne, vocalizing it to allow it escape.  Tears flow from her eyes, but they aren't ones of shame or rage... they're simply from the pain and that alone.  Because deep inside her, she's proud of herself.  Proud of how she withstood what would have broken others, and how she kept true to herself.  Soon the pain passes and she gently rights herself, starting towards the bathroom to cleanse his scent off her.