“Benson, keep this slut pinned while I wash the blood off his body,”Carter said, his grip on my arm tightening. His fingers dug into my skin, bruising deeper, and I could feel the heat from his body pressing close to me. The water from the shower still ran cold down my back, mixing with the blood from my nose and mouth, making everything slick and sticky. I was naked, shivering, my body already beat to hell from the drags and punches. The other guards stood around, eyes hungry, waiting their turn like wolves.“No, no, get off me! Get off me!” I yelled, my voice cracking raw as I saw Benson step forward. His hands reached for me, grabbing at my shoulders. I panicked and twisted, my nails raking down his forearm deeply. His skin peeled back under my fingers, blood welling up quick, and he cursed out loudly. “You fucking bitch!” I felt a hot tear slip down my cheek, mixing with the water, as his fist pulled back fast. It slammed into my mouth, pain exploding like fire across my jaw.
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