(This chapter contains blood, gore, animalistic violence that many might think to be triggering. Read with care.)
ZINA
This time around, her body flew backward until her back hit the wall far behind her, and then her busy bounced back into position, held on by silver chains that burned at her wrists.
Zina screamed unable to hold in the pain as she did the first time. Her whole body felt like it was being roasted over a furnance. Not too close to actually roast, but close enough to dry as sun dried meat.
Her body was even more alive. She felt every tremble, every pain, every inch, every thing.
She wheezed, shutting her eyes against the world in hopes that the pain would recede, but it only amplified in the darkness that greeted her.
"No…" she moaned lowly, her voice a whisper to her own hearing. She heard him circle her.
"Are you already begging me, Zina? You should… you should beg me so this pain will be over."
