Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 44

Ever been bashed , beaten? Or fallen off your bicycle and had yourself a good ole fashion fall?

Try all those things in one, and multiply it by thirty , that is how I’m feeling.

My skin on my left calf is burned, with the same mark on Beggars stomach, because they think it's fun marking us as the Famiglia slaves.

My scalp pains from the chunks of hair I had pulled out recently.

Blood clots are a normal for me now. So is the pain between my legs, as they rape me every hour. The throbbing in my ass as they fuck it until I bleed, taking turns, laughing as I scream.

There are thirty three men, thirty three bastards that rape me, that hurt me.

Once they found out my name, the men treated me like a dog. I sleep on the cold floor in this abandoned place.

I am not sure where I am, or how long I have been here. I know that I am going to die.

I pray they kill me soon.

The current man in the room, is a sadistic fucker. I am huddled in the corner.

My stomach caving in from the hunger I now face. But it is dim to the pain that burns inside my womb, the constant ache between my legs.

He is standing by the door, pulling his chain that he keeps suspended from a hook in the wall.

“Ready for me little heiress.” Everyday his words are the same.

Everyday my reply is the same, nothing, as I have been doing since they threw me in here with a welcoming party of sixteen.

I remember the numbers, their faces. It is the only thing keeping me sane.

I don't stare at him, no obedience is going to stop what is about to happen.

I tried it the first few times. How long have I been in here is a mystery.

It could be weeks but it feels longer. My old life seems like a dream, this is my normal.

This is my torment.

I think of Vincent, and whether he searches for me. Our story had just began and then another disaster struck.

Only this one will be my ending. I miss my family, but even that too is pointless.

The night we got to the dock Beggar told me, I was going to die, she asked me if I was ready.

I wish she was here, they took me away the next day. Since then I haven't seen her, but I wish I could see her to answer that question, to beg her to take my life.

Lord knows I am ready to die.

He comes for me and I have no strength left in me to fight.

There is no hope, no end until death.

Lifting me up, I shiver in inexplicable fear, but I am so weak that I can't do anything but let it happen.

Tears don't come any longer, my body is too dehydrated.

My mouth is so dry, I suck on my tongue. It has a hole in it, that I'm sure is infected.

I hope it kills me. I pray the beating will be worse today, once this guy has his fill.

And the other man who will come after that one, I pray he will kick me harder so my insides can rapture and I can die.

He drops me down hard on the cemented dirty floor, the chains dangling from either side of me.

My knees at first protested the drop, but now it has happened so many times the pain is welcomed, it is what I know, what I am accustomed to.

My lifeless arms are lifted and the chains are wrapped around my chaffed wrist.