Payton
One week later, and I was practically George’s little slave. He had me dress up in this skimpy little outfit while never being able to leave his side. Mark was alive but barely. George had someone that came over to treat him, and today was the first day he was able to get out of bed. Bruises nearly covered every inch of his body. For a moment, I felt bad for him but remembered all the horrible s**t he has done to me. It was only a matter of time before something like this happened to him.
George had plans to move me sometime this week as he believed Mark gave out too much information. Once Mark could move around without falling or passing out, we would be on to the
