DIANA
It has been five days of pure torture, five days of constant r**e and punishment. My whole body feels sore, my p***y is sore and my asshole is sore. I was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling blankly.
I couldn’t feel anything, all my thoughts were going haywire, I couldn’t cry anymore and there has been a damn question bothering my mind *why didn’t they kill me five days ago* *what am I still doing here?, why am I still living for*. I bet by now my skin looks like an eyesore with those marks and injury from the belt mark Miguel flogged me, for the past five days I haven’t had a nice bath or food all I can smell is s*x, semen,blood and sweats.
My body feels sticky and dirty, but I was too tired and numb to do anything. I wondered how Leo was doing, I mindlessly took my hand an
