Allison’s POV
I’m dying.
I’m f*****g dying as I pant hard for the last hours, feeling like it’s been two weeks of pure hell as I try to ripe my skin off, feeling like it is burning me, almost making me feel the sizzling of a frying pan in my stomach on a hellfire.
I’m locked in the smaller bedroom that is already trashed by my struggle to get out. I can’t do this anymore. I need…. Something and I will do anything to make the pain stop by now as I tumble down the bed, hitting the wooden floors hard with my shoulder and head; it doesn’t even hurt, not even a little against the pain in my stomach trying to burn me alive.
“Let me out! Please!” my voice is raw, and yes, that’s right, I’m even begging by now, something that I never do, even as an omega. I never beg while getting my ass beate
