*incapable cunt!"
I steered in bed with a groan, my throat was already feeling sore. I squeezed my eyes and opened them again, and I was greeted by a white ceiling. I sucked in a breath which hurt my lungs and ribs. I watched the ceiling while blinking, everything was blank, including my mind, the last thing I recalled was darkness.
I finally took it upon myself to make a move, I regretted the action as I was terribly sore from the assault that ran to my memory. I bite my lip sofly tasting the open cut, merely replaying the images that happen on the courtyard left me traumatized. It made me think the instructor had something against me and would want to retaliate.
Then I moved my heart to the beeping monitor and watched my heart rate pick up as I tried to anticipate the mad dog's next
