Assassin's POV
It had been three days since they had begun to t*****e my mind, forcing the truth and their ways of seeing things into my head. The pain of their invasion excruciating beyond belief. By the end of the 1st day, I was already curled up in the corner of my brain, just trying to save who I was rather than counter attack. By the end of the third day, my mind was beginning to unravel but I still refused to bend and break to their beliefs.
Unlike the last 3 days, I was moved to a new room, and once again bound but this time my legs were held splayed open, my sensitive flesh exposed and easy to access. Today, my torturers Blonde 1 and Blonde 2 were going to be using physical pain to break me. Blonde 1 sat behind my head, hands on my temples ready to start her usual mental attack b
