I don't know how much time has passed, but after I while I lose count with how many times Kate has hit me. With each strike of the whip, my screams become more unfamiliar to my ears. I've never heard that kind of sound come from my body. If someone were to record it and play it back to me, I wouldn't know it was me. That's just how bad it is.
My hands are slightly numb from hanging for this long, but it's nothing compared to how my back feels. If I'm not bleeding then it would be a surprise. Sweat is running down my face and my whole body is trembling. Before this, I didn't know what Kate was capable of, but now I know. Now I know she's capable of being an evil horrible b***h.
My thoughts are interrupted when the crack of the whip hits my ear. Pain shoots through my back and I cry even
