Chapter 1.

Tears trailed down my face as I slumped to the floor. My body cried out in agony. I had just endured my latest torture session. Though, whether I would survive the night was questionable. Not that I cared, I had succeeded to deny my abuser such satisfaction as to scream out- holding it within. Slowly, numbness crawled though my veins, while red liquid leaked out of its broken container, staining the floor. My mouth cracked a small, sad smile.

After all, I refused to be broken.