Violence ahead might be disturbing to some readers
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My teeth were sunk so deep into my lips that there was blood trickling down my chin. I had to stay silent, it was always so much worse when I screamed. The silver cuffs around my wrists were making my skin fester and peel away. The rags that clung to my skin were shredded and soaked in blood. Again the barbed whip licked my back, the flesh was already mangled and disfigured but the harsh strikes coming from behind me paid no heed.
A tear slipped from between my tightly clenched eyelids as I tried to escape from the excruciating pain of the beating.
"Crying only makes you uglier. Stupid slut," He was close to my ear, I cringed away as his warm breath fanned over my face.
His words cut deeper than the whip.
With one swift motion, he ripped the chains from the ceiling. Only the cuff was made of silver and he left it burning around my wrists.
I fell to the floor, a ball of torn flesh and broken spirit.
He delivered a sharp, punishing kick to my ribs. The shock caused me to let out a groan as I rolled onto my back.
He kicked, again and again, until I rolled back over onto my side to try and shield myself from the blows. This only caused him to send his foot into my stomach.
The wind was knocked out of me and the black spots that danced before my vision were almost welcoming. A wave of nausea overcame me and I heaved as vomit spilt from my mouth, soon I was merely choking on bile due to the lack of food in my system.
The contents of my stomach clung to my hair as it pooled in front of me, the stench almost made me wretch again.
"Disgusting whore," he spat.
One final kick was delivered to my stomach and I was finally permitted to slip into darkness.
Ryan's retreating figure told me I was safe. For now at least.
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I awoke gasping for air. The feeling of choking on my own vomit translating to the real world.
"Shh, it's okay you're back now. You're not there, you escaped Dani, remember," Ayla's soft voice acted as a source of comfort through the dim light of my room.
Her arms wrapped around my shuddering form as I struggled to regain clarity.
I could never be woken from my nightmares, Ayla knew that better than anyone. But she also understood that I needed comfort when I woke up or else I'd slip back into the darkness. I wrapped my hand around one of my wrists feeling the gruesome reminder in the form of uneven and disfigured skin. After a few years, the scarred skin almost blended with the rest of arms, just a shade or two pinker. But even though the scars lessened the memories never faded.
"I-I'm gonna go for a run, you coming," I asked my voice weak and shaky.
"Of course babe, you sure you're up to it?" she asked rubbing my back in comforting circles.
"Yeah I just need to clear my head," my voice came out stronger this time.
She nodded at me in understanding and we headed up to the surface. The cave system went deep into the rock face and was probably a big reason as to why no one had ever found us. When we emerged the harsh daylight was a little shocking at first even though it could've only been about six in the morning. I guess that's what you get when you spend most of your time basically living as a mole.
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Manusia Serigala(Mature Content) Bullied, abused and rejected. Dani wants them to pay, she wants him to pay; especially him. But what is it that they say? Those who seek revenge should dig two graves or perhaps that there's a thin line between love and hate. ***slo...
