I hear rumbling and the crunch of gravel, then the sound of banging. My throat is dry, and my head is pounding, my body feels like it took a beating. My wrists and ankles are rubbed raw from where I struggle against the ropes that are no longer there. I'm lying on the cold floor, completely naked and in pain.
At some point, she had taken me off the chair so that she could access more of my body. There wasn't a hole or surface that was left untouched. I could feel a burning sensation in every place a tattoo had been applied and I couldn't bring myself to look down to see what had been permanently drawn onto my skin. Even if I could, I wouldn't be able to see much in the dark.
I hear voices coming closer, and I pull my legs into my chest in a fetal position, doing my best to cover myself
