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me, pushing it in further.
    “Don’t touch it, bitch,” Christian tells me; the next thing I know, my head hurts.
    I wake up with my head pounding. I can’t feel my arms, and I open my eyes to look around. I’m in another warehouse; it looks similar to the one we were just visiting. I look down and see I’m completely naked. I’m in an upright position with my hands tied to two poles on either side of me; my legs are separated and tied to the poles, as well. Now I see where I am. I look up at my wrist to see if I can try to free myself, but it’s useless. I hang there, awake, tired and sore, for at least a good twenty minutes till someone comes walking in.
    “Rise and shine, sleeping bitch,” Christian greets me as he’s walking in, carrying my knife. He sees me looking and puts it in front of my face. “Oh, yes, I remember this,” he says, showing it to me. He smiles sickly at me then lightly traces the knife over my breast and down to my stomach. I feel sick and angry with this bastard; I look him in the eyes, and that seems to piss him off more. He expects me to cry, but I won’t give him the satisfaction.
    He looks like he’s about to walk away when he suddenly turns around and stabs me in my stomach. I feel the pain almost immediately, and all I want to do is hunch over and cradle myself to the floor. I scream out when he removes the knife, and he smiles sweetly at me; I want to stab him again, the stupid bastard.
    He walks out smiling and leaves me there, bleeding out.
    Over the next day, I only see Christian. He comes in to see me then stabs part of my body. Sometimes, he doesn’t stab, though; he will slice. I scream at myself to not cry in front of him, but I’m getting weaker. As soon as he leaves, I feel tears leave my eyes.
    It’s nighttime when he comes back in; he looks like he is high as a kite. He struts over to me, and he has nothing in his hands, which pleases me; it means I will not be stabbed today. He goes behind me and removes the ties around my wrists; I drop to the floor in a heap. He also removes the ties from my feet and then grabs hold of my hair, pulling me to a chair. “Sit,” he says, slurring his words. I can hardly move my body parts as it is, and I’m pretty sure I have lost too much blood; I’m light-headed and haven’t been fed or drank anything since I’ve been here. He grabs a zip tie, ties my hands to the back of the chair and walks around to stand in front of me.
    He looks me up and down, leans in and grabs my breast hard. I watch as his mouth comes down on my nipple, and I try not to throw up, as I have nothing in my belly. He sees me cringe and bites my nipple so hard, all I can do is scream; he repeats the process on the other one until I have blood covering both of my breasts.
    I don’t know how he can touch me; I am covered in blood and have urine on my legs from being tied up for so long. I watch as he stands and undoes his pants; now I know I am going to be sick. He brings out his already-erect penis and puts it near my face; the only thing I can do is throw up all over it. And for that, I see black again.

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    I wake up angry; I wake with the need to kill and to live. I’m still on the chair, naked, when I hear commotion. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but I try using all my strength to get free. The zip ties are loose, and I manage to slip my hands out of them; I try to stand and fall to the floor in a heap. I look around for anything that could help me if someone comes in, and I can’t see anything. I crawl my way to the door when it comes flying open, just missing my face. I can’t see who it is, as my eyesight is shit, and I’m too weak to lift my head. I feel the life draining out of me when a set of hands pick me up and cradle me.
    I wake to machines beeping all around me; I look to my left and notice I’m in a hospital. I don’t know how I got here, but I’m thankful that I am. I hear someone to the right of