WHIPS WERE THE WORST of his instrument of pain. She could not see when he would strike or which one he'd choose. She hated the way the barb whips would dig into her flesh and then pull out long strips of skin as it was retracted. She also despised the pain that came along as the whip tore at her open wounds and raw skin.
She closed her eyes for she knew it was a matter of time. Time. She had lost count of how long she had been here, and worse, how much longer she'd remain here. She didn't want to live, this life of emptiness and pain couldn't qualify as living.
Then when he had his fill he would leave her hanging there— to die, half-alive to feel the cool air nip at her wounds and seep into her bones.
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Authors note
What should I do guys?
As much as I want to write and update for y'all my phone is unavailable at the moment. So, i thought I might just publish this before it grows dust in my draft.
Due to my phone issue, I won't start writing now. I might as well start writing on paper to gather inspiration for my ongoing great au, ephemeral. I just hope you guys like 'the boss; rising dawn' until it's finally released.
I wanna also appreciate my sisters on their continuous support😚, thnx for the cool name.
Author loves you, until next time guys.❤️
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The Boss; rising dawn
Random𝔅𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔰𝔰; 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔇𝔞𝔴𝔫. Can you ever truly leave the past behind when you are a living proof of it? kim jisoo, a woman on a mission has been a victim of violence by men protected by impunity and a patr...
