SPECIAL CHAPTER— IRINA

I am pulled out of the darkness that warped itself around me last night and into the light that I call my living room ceiling fan.

I groaned pulling all my strength together I pull myself upstairs going into the bathroom to inspect the damage.

Ten new bruises had started to form on my lower back as five medium sized ones started growing along my sides with about ten more on my back.

Looking at my back I noticed red slashes that were easily identified as a whip hit. I've lived through these so long that I know where a bruise would form when they only kicked me once. I noticed the difference between a slap to the back and a slash to the back with a belt or some type of whip.

After dressing them and pulling on a mahogany sweater with light washed jeans I slowly descended the stairs careful not to move too much.

Reaching the floor I felt a little dizzy but nothing out of the contrary. I trudged to the campus, and as soon as I got there the late bell rung in my ears.

Today's going to be on