FORTY-FOUR
First – Tied – Fingers – Broken – Cut – Rings – Tom
"Right, where's the little b***h?" A new voice startled me. Someone's silhouette stood in the open doorway.
Groggy from sleep, I rolled out of the blankets. As I'd slept, Chris had taken his sweater back. Beneath the blanket, I wore a t-shirt. Chilly, I tried to think fast.
"I heard no one's had you yet and I get to be first."
I didn't know the man, nor his voice. Scared of what the new man meant, I flew at the shape, biting, kicking, punching and scratching.
Déjà vu. Half my face ignited and I flew partway across the room to land heavily on the floor, the result of another blow I hadn't seen. A warm trickle on my cheek told me he'd cut me. With what? Rings?
I tasted blood and a sudden pain in my chest told me at least o
