This man made Jeremy seem like an angel by comparison. Afterward, when I’m left trembling, weak, broken, and forgotten on the floor, he spits in my face and promises that he will do it again. I crawl to the bed, dragging my limbs through the puddles of water, through my blood. Somehow, I find enough strength to climb up. I pull the tiny sheet over my shoulders, curl up into a ball, and sob myself to sleep. The next time the door opens, I don’t move. Let them think I’m dead. I feel dead, anyway. The sheet is flung off me and something soft, white, is thrown over my body. “Dress,” a ragged voice commands. I open my eyes, shaking, trembling, and utterly deflated. Twelve days I’ve been prisoner, already, and Jeremy hasn’t come. I’m starting to think he never will. I clutch the soft fabric to my chest.
What do You think about Uncovering You 10: The Finale?
