" i will not let anyone live if they did what i did."
In which a foreign girl set to marry young finishes with a crime organization and crazed thoughts
C U R R E N T L Y on Haitus until I am able to write more chapters to update regularly!
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"DID YOU KNOW, depending on the wound, one can bleed out to death in a matter of five minutes?" The man in front of a chair spoke, playing with a syringe filled with some clear liquid. The girl clenched onto the arm rests of the chair, feet straining on the tips of her toes to reach the floor.
Sweat fell down her face, hair sticking to her temples. Her nails were black, dirt and blood caking the under beds. Bruises were going to form, red spots already blooming on her skin from where she was hit with anything the cruel man had on hand. Her mouth tried to suck in as much oxygen as it could, but her breaths were still coming out ragged. Those in the room could hear her wheeze, something more than likely broken inside.
The skin on her right shoulder was starting to bubble, her autoimmune system trying their best to cover up the skin wound from a branding iron. It was burning, the hot, stale air that was making her sweat not making it feel any better. Her salty sweat making any wound she had on her body burn much more than normal.
There were a few men in the room, moving about or watching the older man torture the poor girl. They watched as she wheezed for breath, eyes blank and looking as if she was high on drugs. Her mind was not in the right state; rather in a far away place.
