I don't know how long it's been since I've been taken into this place. I've been living in a nightmare for what has felt like 3 or 4 long days now. Repeatedly being tortured in different creative ways, my body was wearing out and had taken more than a beating.
All I wanted was for someone to find me. To come and save me.
Still confined to my straight jacket I felt a pair of arms pick me up, completely limp I rolled into their chest. I was too tired to open my eyes and see the horror before me, I was worn. I was ridden hard and put away wet and weak. I felt as though I was broken, like that vase I had shattered a few days back.
I had fought hard the first few times I was tortured but, now I was exhausted and out of energy to do so. I wasn't a match for Louis' strength and we both knew it
