Splits and Pieces

Valentina jolted forward with the pain that slashed through her, the shackles held her back to the dungeon wall, sweat rolling off her face and her back as if she had just gone through the most strenuous task ever, as if something had been yanked right out of her and all that was left was a gashing wound that would never heal, an emptiness that would never be filled.

She gasped for breath, her pants loud and heavy, as she looked around in the dark dungeon that was only lit up by a dim yellow light. 

The pain struck her again, her sight blurry, she could see herself in a bathroom, naked and her fingers dug deep into someone's head. 

Except that this person, that should be her, looked nothing like her.