Pain shot throughout her entire body for what seemed like the millionth time as one of Will's lackey kicked her in the stomach. She was sure they'd broken a rib or two.
Her swelled and bruised face bled blood excessively as she gave him a chipmunk grin.
The light flickered on and off periodically in the darkroom, the stench of her blood and urine diffuse throughout the entire room, which caused her abuser to scrunch his nose while frowning. Giving her a harsh glare, he walked off the room slamming it.
She made a move to crawl towards it but sat down dejectedly when she heard the click of the look. Looking at her wastes at the corner of the room, she made a frown as she smelt her 3 week's old clothes.
She needed a shower. A long one, to be exact.
Her hair looked like a bird's nest, if not worse. Not that it matters now. Beauty was the last thing on her mind-somewhat-she wanted to get out of this prison as soon as possible.
