Everything hurt, so sore, so tight and screamed at her in a fiery way when ever she moved. Winter could not help it, she was given no escape, no chance to defend herself. She had given up trying get Lachlan to speak with her, to actually listen to her. Winter wanted to help him, fix those twisted memories he had. Yet, it was never ending. Day one was bad, day two was horrible. Day three was pure agony. She could never have imagined that Lachlan would come to her, hold her down and cut her finger off, to take back the rings he had once lovingly given to her. It hurt, so much, and it was the first time she begged him not to do something since the first day of torture.
Winter was not sure how long Lachlan had been beating her that day, as she laid on the floor unable to stop him. She was sca
