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13. Pain + Love
Valerie
My eyes stare vacantly at the concrete wall across from me, my body has no energy left to heal my torn back let alone care about the tremendous amount of pain I am currently in.
The guy walks away from my limp body, as I struggle to ease any of the pain that racks my body with each trembling breath I take.
I am a canvas of gashes, cuts and bruises. The wolfsbane that covered the torture weapons causes more pain to my open wounds and I let a couple of tears leak out of my eyes to drip pitifully onto the cold, concrete ground.
My torso has a deep wound that drips with blood and I weakly hold my torn shirt to the wound to stem the blood flow. I whimper as I try to sit up and manage to crawl over to the wall before leaning my head on the wall and we
