They didn't come back. I was stuck in this position for hours. I had no way of telling how long I had been like this. It got colder and my body would not stop shaking. I think the cold was at least numbing me from the worst of the pain.
What was going on? Why were they not interrogating me more? Maybe they were going over the emails I had sent and decided I was being honest? Doubtful.
My hands were numb and it hurt to move my fingers. If this continued then I could be at risk of losing my fingers the more the rope cut into the circulation. Just that thought alone brought me to tears. Then I couldn't stop crying.
It was hell. I was back in it until I couldn't think of anything else other then death. It hurt so much to have my body hang from my wrists. I didn't even care about the fact I was naked. Should I care about anything else?
I think I actually fell asleep. I only can figure that because my face had been slapped and I cried out before seeing myself in front of Paul. He didn't say anything at first, it was if he was enjoying seeing the pain in my cheek. "Stop it...you already have me hanging like this." He only laughed.
"There's so much more I can do to you girl, and you'll find out in a few more hours. Until then..." His hand brushed over my breasts and between my legs.
I hated him.
I couldn't hate anyone else more. His touch burned and scarred me without leaving any visible marks. He smiled and licked his lips before leaving.
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Blind Suffering II ... Government Interrogation
General FictionKate was a waitress. Just one short week ago she had been taken captive by a terrorist group, intent on showing the world, and the US in particular, how easy it was to simply take someone from the streets and terrorise them. Kate had been forced to...
