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I had bruises on my body the next morning I woke up, Spencer not only raped me the night before but he brutally beat me up, he said just slapping me wouldn't be enough to satisfy him.
With every movement I made I was in excruciating pain, moments from last night flashed through my mind, how I begged but he wouldn't stop, how he punched me everytime I told him to stop.
At least my body wasn't tied anymore, I croched my body at the head of the bed and cried. I cried for what felt like hours.
When I stood up I immediately tried opening the door but I was locked and from what I could here, it was more than just a key.
I looked around and saw a tray with food on it and a little note:
Don't try to escape, I've taken extra measures to make sure I keep you in this house as long as I wish. This food should be gone by the time I get back, I wouldn't want you to be weak.
