I’ve lost count of how many days I’ve been strapped to this table. The darkness has only added to my disoriented state.
Each time I pass out from the pain, I hear Slade’s screaming my name. His attempts at fighting the guards were futile the moment they injected him with sedatives. I fought against the two men dragging me away, but in my weakened state, I was useless.
Slade wasn’t exaggerating when he said Serena was a monster.
My body is slick with sweat, bodily fluids, and blood. At this point, I’m certain I’ve become one with the stainless-steel table that I’m strapped down to.
She stripped me of my self-worth, berated me, carved into my skin, and shocked me until I passed out. All while being strapped with silver restraints that feel as if they’re carving into my bones if I pul
