Charlotte's world went dark as she lay helpless, cuffed to the bedposts. The searing pain from the whip lashes still lingered, making her body feel like it was on fire. She couldn't understand why Wesley was doing this to her. What had she done to deserve such treatment?
As she lay there, she heard the sound of Wesley's footsteps fading away. The door slammed shut, and she was left alone in the darkness. The only sound was the creaking of the old bed and her own ragged breathing.
Charlotte's mind began to wander, trying to make sense of the events that had unfolded. She thought about her family, her friends, and her life before Wesley. She wondered if anyone was looking for her, if anyone even knew she was missing.
As the hours ticked by, Charlotte's body began to ache even more. The cuffs were digging into her skin, and the whip lashes were starting to throb. She felt like she was losing herself, like she was being consumed by the darkness that surrounded her.
