Warning: This chapter contains Gore, malicious language and triggers.
Ricardo no!
And just like that she drowned into her past.
The cold metal chain draped across her bare body, she saw dark everywhere or maybe it's just the colour of the room. Maybe she's finally dead and reached hell for committing sin.
The only brightness she could see flickers of rays was from the diamonds, decorated with the collar she was entitled to. Ricardo's favourite plaything.
He would make her crawl, sit and obey him like a pet. His own bitch.
Everything tells her how pathetic her life has become.
It was a quiet day as usual, Ricardo was gone for work and left her tied up in bed. She has no idea of how much time has passed since he's gone. It's always like days are passing through quickly but not the pain. It stays and never heals, making her sore and numb for the rest of the day.
