Chapter 16: Alone (2)
He steps on me again. He speaks. I hear nothing.
I wheeze. No voice escapes me.
I am powerless. A slave.
They are stronger.
I cannot win.
Then, suddenly, I breathe again. Weaker than before, but more desperate. My veins burn, my fingers clench, then go slack. My eyes are red—bloody. My vision turns red. Red bleeding into blue. Colors swirl, shifting like a fractured spectrum of the rainbow. Cold hues, despite the warmth of my own blood.
Blood drips from my nose, trailing down my cracked lips. I don’t taste it. My breath is heavy, like a dying man’s.
Am I dying?
Will I die?
The blue light flickers, growing weaker. My fingers twitch, up and down. All I hear are muffled blows. My left ear drowns in its own filth—a warm sensation, though humiliating.
“He belongs to me.”