Chapter 7
(Nya POV)
So... Thirsty... Two days... No food... Don't care... Just... So... Thirsty...
I lean back and and let out one last painful howl of agony that makes the closet I'm in shudder. Marco didn't even look at me, he didn't touch me. This time, he had two people beat me for him.
I slump, draining the last of my energy into my sobs. Darkness pulls me in.
I'm falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Dark nothingness finally surrounds me.
Finally.
I let my muddled thoughts disappear. And I embrace endless sleep.
Finally. Peace.
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Random"Here girl,here Nya." Marco says He makes kissing noises, as if she were a dog. Nya shivers. He really is as bad as they say. Nya set her shoulders and prepared to face her newest tormentor. NOTICE : This story is under serious editing and plot rev...
