ANDREA
The rope had stopped hurting now.
My skin had given up though. My arms had no feeling anymore, they were cold and stiff from being stretched behind my back for too long. Something sticky clung to my neck and I desperately wanted to itch it. The mattress beneath me was torn in different places. My legs were bound and twisted in awkward angles.
I kept my eyes on the ceiling. There was a c***k somewhere, not too wide. I stared at it so long it started to look like a person. An angel preferably. She might come to save me. Although she didn't blink, I felt it was because I didn't make a move towards her. I wished I could crawl up into her arms and disappear.
The door creaked open. The man was back. His legs dragged across the floor like someone moving through mud. The smell then hi
