Just move yourself
My legs were weak as he stood me up. He gripped my waist to keep me from falling, then lifted both of my hands while standing. When he strapped a shackle on my hand, I no longer fell. Even with the blindfold on, I tried to gaze in the direction I assumed he was. My foot was no longer powerful, so I looked up when I heard a chain from above, even though I couldn't see them. He never touched me again after I raised my hand.
“Ughh..!”
When he smacked me hard, I roared even louder. I wanted to tell him I didn't want to do it and that I needed a break, but I didn't know how. My tears are already pouring, and my saliva and tears are joining forces. When my sobbing became more intense, he hugged me from behind, as if he was comforting me.
“Sshhh. You'll be OK in a minut
