Hands crawling over the bumps of my scars on my skin send shivers matching down my spine, I can feel a heated breath hard on the skin of my neck, stinking breath of alcohol fills my lungs as my heartbeat is in sync with my fear, I feel a soaring pain and it brings me back to the fact I'm helpless under the monster's grip, each time he is holdings me down, I wish I was dead. My eyes slams shut as he makes it for my hair with a small groan, the pain becomes intense and excruciating, and I'm trying not to scream but the pain goes up to my breaking point and I'm letting out my gut, but a hand clasp over my lips halting my agonizing scream and the grip on my hair tightens, my taste is salty from my endless stream of tears.
My body goes limp in defeat and I'm slowly dying on the inside, "that'
