Susan was beaten to a pulp, her lips broken and bloody, her nose dripping with blood, while she lay weak on the floor. She was chained by her hands and legs, even when she wasn't able to move her body any longer.
I was scared she wouldn't make it. Guilt overwhelmed me watching my only friend lying lifeless on the floor.
My vision had become somewhat clear, but my muscles were as though they were pierced, so they didn't move again. I wasn't feeling my body anymore, my breath was so harsh as though I could lose it anytime.
They tied me up as well, my legs widened, and so were my hands, my lips sealed while I wore just my undies. I wasn't sure what they were up to, but one thing was my fear—being r***d. My head was so heavy as if I were bearing a brick on my skull, and my forehead was sti
