Madeline
He carried me for more then an hour. Without stopping anywhere or taking a break.
And I was quite startled when he finally stopped.
He didn't say a word, but from my upside-down position I could see that we were not at his house.
He opened a door with one of his hands and carried me into a place that smelled like blood and other body fluids.
Fuck.
It is a prison and he is going to torture me now.
Shit.
I tried to mentally prepare myself for the torture sessions that were about to come. But I wasn't sure how I was going to survive this because, if the rumours are true about his technique... then I am in trouble.
There are whispers about cruelty and methods they use to get information out of their prisoners. Most kill themselves if they do survive imprisonment.
I was prep
