from it were hard in a sing sang way. The words flowed
together but they still had hard endings.
I listened as my
eyes drooped. I was still so tired.
Tata was in bed
with me when I woke up the next time. I was shivering. I tried to
move so I was covered up but the blankets were under me and I was
really dizzy.
“Tata, I'm cold
and thirsty,” I whined.
Tata woke up and
his fingers went to his eyes. He threw his covers back and got up. He
left the room and came back with a glass of water.
“Here, Tata has
something for you to drink. Raise up your head a little.” He sat
down next to my face on the bed.
I pulled myself
up on his thigh. The skin that moved with me felt like it was
ripping.
He brought the
glass to my dry torn up lips and I drank as best I could. When half
of the water was gone I laid my head down on his thigh with a flop as
my energy gave out.
He was petting
over my hair but then he came to the spot where he had hit it against
the window. He was picking blood out of my hair.
“You learned
not to do that ever again, right?”
I nodded.
“I hope so. Now
I need you to get up. I'll have to force you if you think you can't.”
I couldn't even
hold my head up. How was I supposed to stand up?
Tata got up and
got dressed.
He came back for
me and pulled me to my feet. He walked me out of the room. I saw that
the bed had blood on it again. I closed my eyes to shut out the
picture of that. He walked me to the stairs. There he slowly walked
me down them. I was seeing bursts of light. I was naked and cold.
Tata walked me
along the hallway and then up a flight of stairs. He pulled out a key
and unlocked the door. He was bringing me to the other girls because
he didn't want me anymore. He would sell me as a sex slave. I would
be a miserable sex slave and I would end up getting beaten every day.
He flicked on the
light switch and turned me so I was facing his chest. “Anyone who
tries to run will get double what she got. You have been warned.”
I heard loud
gasps as they looked at the back of my body.
He pulled me out
of their room and into the next one. He did and said the same thing.
“Everyone up,”
he called out, “Breakfast.”
I looked at him
and shook my head no.
He pulled me down
the stairs. I held on to him for dear life. My head was spinning and
I felt so sick.
He pulled me back
to our room and lifted up the covers and helped me in. I rolled back
onto my stomach.
“Next time you
wake up I'll help you wash the blood out of your hair.”
I nodded again,
wondering if my nose was broken. I was afraid to touch it to find
out.
He closed the
curtains and then he turned back to me.
I had a feeling
like he didn't want to leave me.
He reached out
and touched my shoulder for a second before he turned away.
Chapter 8
I slept all day
and night. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten anything and
the glass of water that he had given me had just been a drop of water
on a hot stone.
I was alone in
bed and the sun was up really high. The house was really quiet. I
slowly did a push up as a first step to getting up.
I sat back on my
heels. The skin that had started to heal was ripping open again on my
back. I had to wonder what it looked like. I was so glad that I had
passed out during my punishment. I would have died of the pain of it
if he had done all that while I was awake.
I moved so I was
on my hands and knees. Then I let one foot slide down to the floor. I
put my weight on it and then moved my other foot to the floor. I
lifted my hands away from the bed and just stood there, catching my
breath.
I slowly walked
over to the door. I had to take a bit of a break there. Once I was
ready I opened the door and moved in an ugly and ungraceful way to
the bathroom.
I closed the door
to the bathroom behind me and wished it had a lock. I felt with my
fingers over my bottom. I felt welts and lots of dried blood. I
really didn't want to sit down on the toilet. I positioned myself in
front of
together but they still had hard endings.
I listened as my
eyes drooped. I was still so tired.
Tata was in bed
with me when I woke up the next time. I was shivering. I tried to
move so I was covered up but the blankets were under me and I was
really dizzy.
“Tata, I'm cold
and thirsty,” I whined.
Tata woke up and
his fingers went to his eyes. He threw his covers back and got up. He
left the room and came back with a glass of water.
“Here, Tata has
something for you to drink. Raise up your head a little.” He sat
down next to my face on the bed.
I pulled myself
up on his thigh. The skin that moved with me felt like it was
ripping.
He brought the
glass to my dry torn up lips and I drank as best I could. When half
of the water was gone I laid my head down on his thigh with a flop as
my energy gave out.
He was petting
over my hair but then he came to the spot where he had hit it against
the window. He was picking blood out of my hair.
“You learned
not to do that ever again, right?”
I nodded.
“I hope so. Now
I need you to get up. I'll have to force you if you think you can't.”
I couldn't even
hold my head up. How was I supposed to stand up?
Tata got up and
got dressed.
He came back for
me and pulled me to my feet. He walked me out of the room. I saw that
the bed had blood on it again. I closed my eyes to shut out the
picture of that. He walked me to the stairs. There he slowly walked
me down them. I was seeing bursts of light. I was naked and cold.
Tata walked me
along the hallway and then up a flight of stairs. He pulled out a key
and unlocked the door. He was bringing me to the other girls because
he didn't want me anymore. He would sell me as a sex slave. I would
be a miserable sex slave and I would end up getting beaten every day.
He flicked on the
light switch and turned me so I was facing his chest. “Anyone who
tries to run will get double what she got. You have been warned.”
I heard loud
gasps as they looked at the back of my body.
He pulled me out
of their room and into the next one. He did and said the same thing.
“Everyone up,”
he called out, “Breakfast.”
I looked at him
and shook my head no.
He pulled me down
the stairs. I held on to him for dear life. My head was spinning and
I felt so sick.
He pulled me back
to our room and lifted up the covers and helped me in. I rolled back
onto my stomach.
“Next time you
wake up I'll help you wash the blood out of your hair.”
I nodded again,
wondering if my nose was broken. I was afraid to touch it to find
out.
He closed the
curtains and then he turned back to me.
I had a feeling
like he didn't want to leave me.
He reached out
and touched my shoulder for a second before he turned away.
Chapter 8
I slept all day
and night. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten anything and
the glass of water that he had given me had just been a drop of water
on a hot stone.
I was alone in
bed and the sun was up really high. The house was really quiet. I
slowly did a push up as a first step to getting up.
I sat back on my
heels. The skin that had started to heal was ripping open again on my
back. I had to wonder what it looked like. I was so glad that I had
passed out during my punishment. I would have died of the pain of it
if he had done all that while I was awake.
I moved so I was
on my hands and knees. Then I let one foot slide down to the floor. I
put my weight on it and then moved my other foot to the floor. I
lifted my hands away from the bed and just stood there, catching my
breath.
I slowly walked
over to the door. I had to take a bit of a break there. Once I was
ready I opened the door and moved in an ugly and ungraceful way to
the bathroom.
I closed the door
to the bathroom behind me and wished it had a lock. I felt with my
fingers over my bottom. I felt welts and lots of dried blood. I
really didn't want to sit down on the toilet. I positioned myself in
front of
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