~ Belladonna flower ~
A gift of belladonna might interpreted as a warning or a symbol of death.
Rebecca Rose - A sweet and kind hearted girl, who tries her best to stay in the shadows. But what happens when her dark past starts to haunt her. With h...
Happy Valentine's Day to all my single lady's and gent's.
Some major TW⚠️ - Rape - Torture ——————————————————————
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It's been a week maybe more, honestly i don't know, it feels like I have been stuck in here for years.
There haven't been a day I haven't been beaten for information. I have been whipped, sliced, electrocuted, beaten, stabbed and the list goes on.
If i wasn't tied up to the chair I wouldn't have been able to hold myself up. A nurse comes by every day to treat my wounds but I'll be past out by then.
I feel weak, I'm tried and exhausted. I haven't showered in days and my skin has started losing it's normal tan colour.
My body hurts like hell, I won't be able to walk or lay down properly. I don't think my body could handle anymore pain.
I kept my word and I haven't said anything about the Italian mafia. But I'm paying the price for it, and quite frankly I don't care. Because I know he would have done that same thing if the roles where reversed.
My head was hanging in front of my chest as I didn't have any strength left in me. My breaths were coming out heavy and painful. I shut my eyes as I stayed sitting there like a lifeless body.
The door opened with a soft click, I didn't bother lifting my head and look at the person who has entered. It was most likely Conner or someone who's gonna torture me for the next few hours.
Instead I hear a soft voice, I couldn't make up what she was saying as I could barely even stay conscious for long.
"What?" I say my voice sounding weak and pathetic.
"I'm here to clean you up." The lady says going behind my back and untying my hands and legs.
"Why?" I say not making a attempt to move.
"Sir Conners orders," she says helping me stand up. My knees buckles instantly trying to hold my weight up.
I hated this, I was weaker than I have ever felt. I could almost hear Mike screaming at me telling me how weak I look.
The lady gently places one of my arms around her neck and wraps a hand around my waist. She tugs me up and starts carrying me like a dead body.
She knocks on the door and a man opens the door for us. She says a quick thanks you as she drags me out. My eyes slowly starts to close again, I didn't know where I was going, I just let her carry me away.
After a while she slowly pushes a door open. I lift my head to see a nice plain bedroom. I look confused as she lightly places me on the bed.
"I'll get the bath ready," she says before going into the bathroom. I look around, I didn't bother escaping what was the point.
