Chapitre 44: TORTURE

Doctor Anastasia

It's been a week and some days, I think. I lost count after a week had passed, yet no help for me. The ropes had digged into my wrist, chafing the raw skin, it stung so badly that I would cry my eyes out praying to some God out there for help. Along the line I stopped feeling the sting. My body aches badly in too many parts of my body, I had lost count– bruises were blooming under my skin, my ribs were sore from the constant kicks, my face swollen and sticky from dried blood. I could feel my lips cracked, and my throat is parched, but the fear that's rooted deep inside me is louder than all of the physical pain I was feeling right now.

I can't stop trembling, my body couldn't stop trembling although I'm trying – God I'm trying so hard. But the fear…. It grips me so hard that I can barely breathe.