Seeing this face everyday has got me accustomed to it, but it doesn't mean I don't get scared every time he walks in with the syringe in his hand and she has the camera on.
Every time I see the syringe I flinch in pain. Then when the contents get into my system I stare the wall awaiting the feeling and when it comes I wish I was dead.
I cry everyday, begging them to have mercy on me, but torturing me is her greatest pleasure and I have absolutely no choice but to live with it, at times I feel like dying , I wish they would give me just that one last shot of cocaine that would take away all the pain once and for all but it never happens.
The door creaks and the bad guy walks in, my eyes move to his hands and I see the syringe with the clear liquid in it, it always scares me. She is behin
