Chapter fifty-nine
DRUGGED
Gabriella’s eyes drooped as she lay on the bed. Her hands were bound with chains and her legs ached. She looked at her body, noticing bruising and pain in her upper chest. She was short of breath and her head weighed heavily.
Over her stood a familiar figure, who approached, leaned in and slapped her hard across the face. She moved over on the bed and sat on top of her, pulling hair strands out of her head. “You fuckin’ b***h. You’re filth just like the others.” The woman proceeded to wrap her hands around her throat and squeezed.
Gasping for breath, she shook her head. She was about to die. The woman was choking the life out of her as the room spun around her, slowly blacking out, almost feeling like she was in another world. It was surreal.
“Stop it, Mothe
