Kit’s POV
I hurt… so, so much. There really was no other way to explain it because the pain I felt was simple. It wasn’t complicated and messy like emotional pain… no it was real, visible pain. My body felt dead from hunger and dehydration. It’s been days and although the human body could last longer without food or water I knew that I had already lost weight. After all I felt incredibly weak and not just from the number of beatings I took every time Nathaniel became bored. It was frustrating, losing all energy, because soon I couldn’t even attempt to fight him off. Eventually Nathaniel had untied me from the chair and let me lay on the rock hard ground, I had become too weak to even try and escape and it seemed easier for him to hurt me when I wasn’t restricted to the creaky chair.
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