What a back it was.
There were burns and bruises that looked like they had been caused by a***e. New and old wounds were intertwined, and they looked shocking at first sight.
"What ha --" David stood behind her, his previously steady breathing now becoming slightly erratic.
"Stop looking!" Jessica screamed and wanted to cover up her back. But she didn't find anything to help her to hide her back. She felt like a turtle without its shell, and completely flustered..
All of these were injuries she had sustained from being tortured in prison. Now that they were being seen, it was as if they were telling others where she had come from.
She had been trying so hard to start a new life, even if it was so difficult.
"Sir, I'll take care of her wounds. Could you step outside for a moment?" The
