It was dark. It was damp. It was lonely. The only people I saw nowadays were my abusers, my rapists, my hell. I had no idea who these men were, but I knew they didn't like me.
I could constantly feel an ache in my leg where they had shot about a day ago because I wouldn't stop screaming because of how bad my backside hurt.
My mate was constantly trying to contact me, but I didn't want to hurt him, so I never answered him or let him read my thoughts. If I knew where I was, I would tell him, but I didn't.
I had no idea. The only lit room I saw was the "play room", which was the worst room I've ever seen. It consisted of whips, paddles, and binds.
My arms burned from the ropes on my wrists constantly rubbing against my skin. I was tied to a bed, covered in my own urine. They never let me
