Her fragile body clings to the wall for support. His harsh beatings rain down on her body continuously. A scream elicits from her mouth after each punch. Each one muffled by the large, unscaleable walls of this dreaded place. All of his beatings break her inside. Slowly. Her body adjusting to the constant pain. Pale skin, covered in dark bruises. Some old, some new. Each one a reminder. Each one brings forth painful memories. Ones she wished were just nightmares. Silently he mocks her with each beating. But every time he opens his mouth, his words are as horrific as the beatings. Once he grows bored, he leaves her there to suffer. But before he leaves her there on the floor, broken. The same seven words leave his mouth each time. Tearing her to pieces and reducing her to tears once again.
"I'm doing this"