Diana
I didn’t want to scream.
That would alert him. If he came to find me about to run away, he would do some really bad things to me. I hadn’t known him for more than three days, but at the same time, he did seem worse than my father.
He hadn’t hit me yet, but I knew for a fact that I was running out of grace.
Honestly, I didn’t want to take a hit from him.
Hence, through the grueling pain, I just sat still, shivering, crying, and turning.
There were insects in the damn hole, and the place smelled of damp earth and rotting meat.
I would soon be the rotting meat here.
I don’t know how long I was there before I finally succumbed to fatigue.
His voice woke me up, and opening my eyes, the light from the sun hit me hard.
“How did you enjoy your bed?” he jibed.
I hated him.
“I’m so
