NATALIA
It has been twelve days in this hell.
He comes to me every night. I try to keep him away with my magic; try to fight him off my bed. But ever since my earlier rebellion, I am only given one meal a day, and he keeps me locked in the small room, so my body hasn’t been given the chance to strengthen again.
He only hits me when I fight. Though, I fight pretty much every time he comes in, so my body is basically one giant bruise, aching all over.
Luckily, his visits are quick once he starts.
Unluckily, he usually comes in the middle of the night, so I never get a good night’s rest.
Besides that, I am given free reign of my ten-by-ten square foot bedroom behind a locked door. Someone comes to get me once or twice a day to use the bathroom down the hall which is basically the h
