Bursts of tearing pain throbbed through my head. It felt so heavy and I could feel the dizziness starting to kick in. My mind started to race, half panicked and half determined.
It was too painful, yes. There must be an end to this suffering, there must be a way to make it stop. I thought to myself. I held the tip of my fingers against my temple, massaging it gently. It was merely touching it since my hands were both chained.
The torture and the beating started as soon as they chained me up. They never asked me anything, nor threatened me. They just keep on punching me with their bare hands.
One deep breath followed by another, and surely the pain could not be ignored even if I tried.
I was exhausted, both because of the pain and having to deal with it, but I didn't really have a choice. It was completely my decision to surrender to the enemy. I knew something like these would happen, but still I wanted to see Peggy's foster father.
