| MARCELO |
It had been several hours since all those fūckers fūcked her mouth and she still hadn’t moved. The last fūcker had to finish while she was on the floor unconscious.
I tried. I really did try so hard to rip these fūcking chains, but I couldn’t. I am scared that they will do worse to her if they return.
I heard sobbing. The first sounds from her since they tortured her. I hate hearing a woman cry but at least I knew she was okay. Well, not okay, but you know what I mean.
My arms burned but I continued fighting against the chains and rubbing the gag on my shoulder to push it off my mouth. After a few struggling minutes, I managed to lower it a bit, allowing me to speak.
“Psst. Hey,” I called her. I can’t fūcking remember her name for the life of me. We knew the names of a
