[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
I gasped violently, followed by the excruciating pain of the wounds around my wrists and ankles and body spasms, as I screamed in agony.
My body twitched to the side. I gritted my teeth as the flesh on my wrist hissed and sizzled under the burning effect of the silver chain. I looked at the wound and it was deep and white with the edges blackening like a toasted meat.
A tear ran down my face as I pursed my lips and suppressed a sob. My throat was so dry it felt like I was swallowing hot sand while my voice turned raspy and hoarse. There were terrible cracks on my lips and dry skin started to peel off of it. Every inch of me was screaming in pain. There were hours when I couldn’t feel anything but to beg someone to just kill me and end this misery. I could feel myself slowly fading when the pain got intense and there was no one, nothing in this g*dd*mned place to help me. Or even hear my pleas.