Arabella's POV
Time lost value and blurred together. I didn't know if it was minutes, hours or days since my torture had begun.
I could no longer scream, my throat was hoarse and my voice was gone. I held on to consciousness by a thin rope. Or more appropriately consciousness held onto me. Anytime I was on the brink of losing consciousness, he made sure to bring me back. To stimulate my senses again. To make sure I was aware and fully cognizant as the pain threshold mounted.
He had a lot of experience with this it would seem. Because he continually kept me on the brink, I lost all sense of self. I think I would have told him all I knew already if I didn't hate him as much as I loved him.
The little food in me came up as I projectile puked. Some still got on my clothes soiling them.
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