My dear lover

"Ugh." A groan escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered open, sluggish and heavy with exhaustion.

I…

…I didn't die?

I tried to move, but I couldn't.

I was so damn exhausted—it was utterly impossible move.

These past few days had been hell.

Literally.

Miranda.

That bitch. That deranged monster.

She had tested all kinds of drugs on me. So many that I sometimes forgot who I even was. 

Pain.

It had become common place.

She didn't even feed me. Just kept injecting Necrotox into my veins at one-hour intervals, over and over. 

And the worst part?

I think I was starting to get addicted to it.

Pathetic. 

Sigh.

And then there was the other thing.

She raped me whenever she pleased.

I was nothing more than a lab rat to her. A toy to be broken, experimented on, discarded at will.