I finally am awake, and yet I still feel so tired from my previous beating the other night. I try sitting up in bed. I feel so sore and every part of my body aches. As I look around me I begin to realize why it is so hard for me to sit up- other then me being sore. I look at my hands and feet, they are tied with black straps to each corner of the bed. I try to wiggle out of them, but nothing seems to budge. Then walks in the man to blame for the torturous behavior I was going to have to endure. He went to each coroner of the bed and made each strap tighter, pulling my body and stretching it out. I couldn’t run and I couldn’t hide, I was going to pay for my behavior. He took tassels and whips to my rib cage, my tits, my legs, and my tummy. He made my skin bleed, dripping red down my body and ripped me open with each hit. I had mark after mark, slash after slash. Pop! Pop! It burned, I laid there cringing at the sharp stinging pain. My skin was gashing open and spilling out more blood, exposing my pink fluffy fresh flesh. Everything started to go blurry, my eyes fell heavy, and my head felt clouded as if I was going to fall into a deep sleep when all of the sudden he stopped and walked out of the room. He was off going to get more things to teach me my lesson. I was there for days. Now I sit on the floor of my bathroom, wondering when the next time he will come for me.
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