The pain was unimaginable. Deadly and beyond excruciating. I screamed until I lost my voice. They bled until I started seeing Angels inviting me to follow them to the great behind. The son of a b***h didn't bother to numb it or give me something for the pain. He wanted me to feel every bit of the pain and I did. Following the angels, everything faded out.
At this moment, I wished so hard for my life to be over. The pain and suffering were too much. Death would be a better and painless option. Now I had whip scars all over my back that won't heal anything soon. A carving of God knows what on my chest.
Thank God he was nowhere to be found, and I was all alone. He must have treated the scars because my bandage seemed to have been changed, and I felt oil drip on my back.
Maids kept droppin
