Harry
Pain, that’s all I feel all over my body. I’ve been held captive for two days, and although they’ve fed me and have given me water, I’ve endured torture day after day. That b*tch Lyla beat me, broke my bones in my hands, my feet, my ribs, and stabbed me in places that made sure I wouldn’t die and then burned those wounds, so I wouldn’t bleed to death. How was she so strong and skilled? Who was this woman? I was brought to a room as a bed, a table, and a bunch of candles were taken out.
Chains hung from the ceiling, and I was locked up, hanging there, my toes barely brushing the floor, butt naked. Her two goons made sure I was secure before stepping back, a mirror was in front of me. A speaker came alive, and I heard screaming, begging and grunting. The sound of skin slappin
