Eight Losses, One Last Hope

oing the finality of my situation. They had taken my clothes, my belongings, ev

king the air from my lungs. I gasped, shivering, as a large,

," the man grunted, a cruel smirk on his

d like slop onto the floor. "

h. I vomited, the bile burning my throat.

ont of my gown, his knuckles brushing against

lose. "You think you're too good for this? I know all ab

my skin crawl. "He must've had a good time with you. B

ver me. "Maybe you and I can have some

away from his leering face and grasping hands, until my ba

me," I hissed,

get? I like that. But don't pretend you're some in

sted and painful, yes, but it was mine. To hear it spoken of so crudely,

reached

be a victim

apons. The windows were barred. But t

g the heavy curtain from its rod. In one fluid motion, I looped the

age. I used the momentum to kick him hard in

lawing at the fabric around

to scream

t wait.

one who put me here. He was the monster. If I sta

he hallway. The walls were high, topped with barbed wire

reds by that wire than spend

ed. Pain was a distant roar. All I could think about was th

ear, a dark angel to rescue me. But as I hauled my aching body over the top

arring every bone in my body. I stumbled through the da

oard in the city square

spectacle. It was a recording of me and Aidan, in bed. There was no nudity, but the audio

ntire city to hear, was the ultimate humiliation. The man who had v