Days went by as Alicia was left to the cruelty of Void. He didn’t just whip her body but beat her to a pulp. Marks were left on her from the cut of a knife, yet they’d never been deep enough to leave scars.
The torture was never meant to leave any marks, just as Tom instructed. Alicia was left to hang from the wall; the numb and aching pain in her shoulders and body kept her nights sleepless. She tried to gain some strength, but it was useless.
Void knew what he was doing, even when he wasn’t there. The torture wasn’t only physical but mental. Alicia begged to relieve herself, and when it never came, when her bladder was painfully bursting at the seams, she cringed as she peed herself.
By this point her clothes had already been changed into rags. It looked more like a sack meant for pot
