I was never someone who could withstand pain or keep my resolve in the face of adversity. If I was, I would not have been bullied to the point of giving up on my life previously. It didn't matter that I was Jenn now. Horror is horror and pain is pain. It's not like it hurts less to be whipped as Jenn than it would have been in my former body.
I had no idea if there was any routine or pattern of what they were doing. It just felt like a never-ending random assault. At first, I thought I was gonna get skinned with a knife when the bulky sicko approached me with a knife, which was what I was scared of the most. It never happened to me, but I had a feeling it would have been more unbearable than breaking bones.
But the guy used the knife just to cut off my clothes. Not fully naked, but just in parts that would maximize the humiliation. But fuck it. At this point having my private parts exposed was the least of my worries.
