The pain, the screams, the cries for mercy. It hurt so much. She begged for it to stop. Bullets, knives, swords they had all found her flesh before. She remembered the pain; she knew it well. She recalled it now. And now she knew she had never experienced true pain. None of it compared to this. This was entirely new, entirely different, entirely unwelcome and unwanted. She knew how that felt. Unwanted.
What had she done? Had she committed a horrid act of evil? Was this her punishment? Her penance for her sins? No. This was the act of one and one alone. Only he was responsible for the pain she was feeling. Inside and out. Physically and emotionally. Her body and her soul. How could he do this? The question repeated in her mind as her own screams drowned out every other thought.
He caged her, trapped, with nowhere to run. He bruised her, with cruel, constricting hands. He broke her, bones shattered, searing pain. He struggled closer, those hands stopping her from fighting. He stol