Genevieve couldn't overcome her paralysis from the
memory. She felt as if she had just relived the darkest moment of her life. She
felt so numb that she didn't even flinch when the needle pierced her skin once
again.
Her mind clouded. She felt him loosen the bonds
around her ankles and whisper, “Just like old times, before I dispose of you.”
A tear slipped down Genevieve’s face. She thought
this torture had been over. She thought she had been free.
More tears glided down her cheeks as she feebly tried
to get away from this monster. Her mind flashed through every night that he
forced himself on her. He had said she was his prize after a long day’s work,
even though all he did was pass her around to every filthy scumbag with enough
money to pay the fee.
Genevieve felt so helpless. After escaping his tyranny,
she devoted herself to becoming stronger and unbreakable. She hardened her
muscles and the walls around her heart so she could never again be taken
advantage of, but here she was, back to this powerless routine.
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