CLOSED DOORS

Lorraine Lebedeva

3 MONTHS LATER

His fist collided with my face, sending me to the ground so quickly my hair whipped around my face before I hit the mat.

I groaned in pain as the hard impact of my chest crushed my lungs and ribs that it became difficult to breathe for a few moments. I was frozen on the boxing ring's floor, almost dead, before I tried to push myself up. My arms wobbled, my chest rose and fell as I desperately tried to get the air back in my lungs. Sweat dripped from my forehead as it glided down my flesh.

Get the fuck up Lorraine, you are embarrassing yourself.

I managed to get to one knee before crumbling back onto the mat. My limbs are giving up on me.

I have been in training for the past 9 hours with no breaks. Simeon has been torturing me for the past 3 months and 4 weeks since I've been back.

He made me do terrible things I'd never forgive him for.

I killed dozens of people.

I skinned people alive, set them on fire, let them drowned, tortured them with weapons' I