Finally, it’s over.

The beatings have stopped.

They’re standing over me, gloating, congratulating each other on a lesson well taught. There isn’t an orifice they haven’t violated. Not a patch of skin unbruised.

I feel the blood seeping from the various wounds they inflicted. I pray that this is truly the end, unable to imagine being able to survive all the damage they’ve done unto me.

With final insults thrown my way, a few spit on me before they all just… walk away.

Leaving me for dead.

But not without the promise from Royce ringing in my head.

She’s next.”