Not Where But When?

Lying on the hay, the lifeless body of that eighteen year old girl, after being brutally beaten, bit and most crucially, raped could send chills down anybody's spine. Standing there helpless and paralyzed, her evil step brother didn't see Theresa standing at the door. She had watched an entire crime committed in front of her own eyes. How Damon, tore away her best friend's clothes, didn't let one scream slip off her lips by covering her mouth with his huge hands. Pushing and banging her head again and again on the wall till she becomes unconscious and he can do his dirty deeds without resistance. Fucking her until she started bleeding like crazy, biting every inch of the girl's skin.

Theresa woke up puking, sweat all over her face again. She was still weak and this time there were no helpers or nurses rushing to her, she was relieved by this. Theresa somehow got down from the bed and tiptoed to the door in the dim light quite sure of the fact that there was no one in the room except her. Last time she asked questions about how she came here and where her father was, she was told that she was an orphan and a doctor who worked in the hospital itself. When Theresa refused to believe that, she was pinned to her bed and given an injection to calm down her nerves and senses making her unconscious, also if resisting much, she would be given electric shocks. Theresa thought the more she denied these people the more she refused to cooperate with the doctors and staff here, the more she suffered, so the only way to get out of this hell was to convince these people that she buys whatever they say. This idea somehow worked for her and she was left alone for some time to rest, of course she couldn't because by hook or crook she had to get justice for Christie, her best friend. She had to find her father soon enough. There weren't many people she could see outside, finding her route clear, she stepped out of her torture room.