CHIARA
I hung there, suspended from the cold stone wall by rusty chains, my body screaming in agony. My wrists and ankles throbbed with pain, the weight of my body straining against the metal bonds that held me captive. The ruler's brutal blows still echoed through my mind, each strike a fresh wave of torment that threatened to consume me whole.
My breasts felt like they were on fire, the skin tender and bruised from Massimo's merciless assault. Every breath I took sent a jolt of pain through my chest, a constant reminder of the suffering I had endured at his hands.
The tape over my mouth was a cruel joke, a constant irritation that rubbed against my skin like sandpaper. I tried to speak, to scream, to hurl the worst curse words in existence at the bastard who put me in this situation b
