Luisa gasped for air as an excruciating pain spread throughout her entire body. She was glad that she had not had a bite to eat the whole day so she wouldn't vomit from the hit. The man had punched her right in the stomach with so much force, his pointed brass knuckle tore right into her clothes and ripped it.
She panted as her body braced for another hit. Her whole body was clenched very tightly in self-defense. She knew exactly what they wanted to hear and see. In a situation like this, the torturer would only hit her harder in order to see her break if she acted strongly.
When the next hit came straight for her stomach again, she let out a cry of pain.
It wasn't that hard really, especially when it actually hurt. She felt something wet trickle down her stomach and knew immediately he
