More fractures to her bones that she could count, more bruises and cuts that she could account for when she got them, and a terrible headache that could only be caused by a head inflicted injury, Chinenye was okay.
She was breathing and she had gotten accustomed to her surrounding. She knew that more than one man beat her up, she knew that she still got food and water to keep her alive so she could carry on to be a punching bag for people she still didn't know who they were.
She also got a doctor to come in anytime the man with the cane came to see her, whom she assumed was the boss.
That's 3 times. He had come to see her 3 times since she was brought here and kept in a dark room, unaware of what day it was or whether it was day or night.
He sleep schedule depended on how much beat
