In the fire

It has been 3 days since Henry took me. I don't know why the boys were taking so long in finding me, but I had a feeling of they don't come soon, something bad will happen. The first day, Henry kept his promise and came back later that day and finished what he started. The second day I woke up tied to bed, but I managed to break my ropes and get out of the prison cell. I didn't get far thou since Henry catches me. For punishment I got 30 wipe latches and afterwards he poured alcohol over my wounds. Today I was woken up by him rapping me again and when I bite him, I got a brutal beating. So right now, I'm laying on the floor, my bare chest pressed against the cold segment floor. I stare at my blood on the floor. My arms had long gashes on them and my wipe latches reopened and my nose felt broken. I love the coldness of the floor. It helps ease the pain. I also think I have a fewer because I was sweating and my body was so hot, it almost felt like it was on fire.

I press myself deepe