Trigger Warning: Trauma, non con, SA
Genevieve curled up on the floor of the shower hugging her knees to her chest as the hot water streamed down onto broken and bruised skin.
She stared blankly at the crimson water that pooled around her as it trickled slowly down the drain and silently thanked the Goddess that they had decided not to suffocate her as they had originally planned.
She giggled darkly to herself.
What a way to die, double stuffed and suffocated to death…
Admittedly there were times during the long ordeal that she had wished she would die. The things they did to her…
She shuddered at the thought and wiped the matted hair away from her face as a scowl settled on her face.
It was all that f*****g half breeds fault...everything that had happened in the pas
