[Echo]
Though I was awake, I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to be in the place I knew I was. How long had I even been here?
There was no window, so I couldn’t tell what time of day it was. All I knew, was that the man would be back with another bottle of blood at some point. Tears formed in my eyes.
I hadn’t fought back the last few times, but he still pinned me to the floor and ground himself against me while squeezing the blood from the bottle. I hated how it made me feel, dirty and disgusting. Especially with the things he was saying to me while he did that.
How many times had it been now? Ten? More? I lost count. I just wanted to go home. I was starting to think I never would.
I heard muffled voices coming from somewhere. Opening my eyes, I got up and tried to trac
