"But what if I told you, love isn't real, that it only exists in warm pages of a book, but not in real life" I asked,
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Not your typical prince and princess story,at least Catrina wished it was,Catrina Hillstone a princess l...
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The moment we reached the cell door, I knew I was in big trouble,I sobbed, tried to fight back, pleaded with him but nothing worked, once we were with the door, he let go of my arm for a brief moment, to unlock the metal door,
I toke that moment to try and run away, but before I could even take a step, he grabbed me by my hair,
He held a firm grip of my hair and threw me inside the small cell room, the side of my forehead immediately hitting the ruff,grey concrete wall
"Please! Please!, I am sorry, I won't come out of my room again, please mercy me!"I cried out to him,as he stood by the metal doorway;while my eyes burned with tear, I was crying both from the pain of hitting the wall and from fear , of what he might do to me,
"Oh you'll really be sorry after this"he said with anger burning in his eyes, his voice was low and dangerous.
He stepped inside the cell, slamming the metal door behind him , as he quickly started to make his way towards me.
I looked in horror, as he got a hold of a whip that was leaning against the wall in the corner of the cell room, you could see the dust on the whips black material,
He stood tall in front of me, as I tried desperately, to get away from him, but my attempts failed because of how small the cell was,
In my desperate attempt to find a way out, I made the mistake of turning my back to him, almost immediately I felt the slap of the whip on my back, slicing through the fabric of my cloths and my skin,
I screamed in pain, it's was so bad that my knees gave up and I fell on them to the floor,
He ignored my cry's, and punched me right on my lip, and kicked me in the abdomen,
once i was on the floor, he relentlessly kept whipping my body,Again,
And again,
And again,
And again,
Until my clothes were sliced off my body, and bits and pieces of it was on the concrete floor,
The fabric that was left, dangling off my shoulder were soaked in my own blood, I was mostly naked, my back sliced and cut, like paper and my front was even worse,
Everything hurt, I was sweating, every time the sweat would make contact with my wounds, it was sting so bad, even my own tears hurt, because of the cuts on my face,
