Avery wanted so much to stretch her aching muscles, but she couldn't even
close her eyes, much less bat an eyelash. She couldn't move.
It wasn't because she was exhausted, although if she could move, her exhaustion would be an issue. She physically could not move. She couldn't utter the moan that pleaded to escape her throat.
She could certainly feel. Feel all the pain in her aching limbs. Feel every single welt that marred her body. Feel the chill breeze in the room whisk over her naked form.
Her whole body felt like one big bruise, and her head ached with a vengeance. Her hand was shattered, and her whole body was a bloody mess. The pain from her injuries left her in a constant agony, to no avail.
The pain called tears to her eyes, and she didn't even resist. She couldn't. If she survived this, it would take her months to recover. She might never regain the full use of her hand again.
Avery wasn't sure that she WANTED to close her eyes, despite the dryness. She was afraid. She didn't want to have the scene replay in her mind. She was having a hard enough time banishing the images from her idle mind with her eyes opened.
She also didn't want Aidan to come in on her unaware. She was terrified. Tears swept down her cheeks, and she was unable to stem the flow. The tears eased the dryness in her eyes, and the physical outlet of her pain helped, however slightly. She cried for her pain, she cried for the anguish she felt inside. She didn't feel as if she could ever be whole again.
Aidan. that sadistic bastard. He didn't even give me the chance to fight. He paralyzed my body, without a single thought. Disabled my body, and locked my idle thoughts into the back of my mind. Put a barrier between me and my whole body. He didn't even have the mercy to close my eyes. And I will never be able to forget the cruelty and malice in his blood-red eyes.
Even if I am rescued, all they will be rescuing is an empty shell. My battered body, with no sign of life besides a pulse. They'll look into my glazed eyes, and pronounce me clinically insane. Lost. No way to pull me back. And nothing I can do about it.
The hopeless thoughts made her tears multiply. She didn't want to deal with the torment any longer. She wished endlessly for an end to the pain. An end to her life. But her prayers were not answered.
It wasn't because she was exhausted, although if she could move, her exhaustion would be an issue. She physically could not move. She couldn't utter the moan that pleaded to escape her throat.
She could certainly feel. Feel all the pain in her aching limbs. Feel every single welt that marred her body. Feel the chill breeze in the room whisk over her naked form.
Her whole body felt like one big bruise, and her head ached with a vengeance. Her hand was shattered, and her whole body was a bloody mess. The pain from her injuries left her in a constant agony, to no avail.
The pain called tears to her eyes, and she didn't even resist. She couldn't. If she survived this, it would take her months to recover. She might never regain the full use of her hand again.
Avery wasn't sure that she WANTED to close her eyes, despite the dryness. She was afraid. She didn't want to have the scene replay in her mind. She was having a hard enough time banishing the images from her idle mind with her eyes opened.
She also didn't want Aidan to come in on her unaware. She was terrified. Tears swept down her cheeks, and she was unable to stem the flow. The tears eased the dryness in her eyes, and the physical outlet of her pain helped, however slightly. She cried for her pain, she cried for the anguish she felt inside. She didn't feel as if she could ever be whole again.
Aidan. that sadistic bastard. He didn't even give me the chance to fight. He paralyzed my body, without a single thought. Disabled my body, and locked my idle thoughts into the back of my mind. Put a barrier between me and my whole body. He didn't even have the mercy to close my eyes. And I will never be able to forget the cruelty and malice in his blood-red eyes.
Even if I am rescued, all they will be rescuing is an empty shell. My battered body, with no sign of life besides a pulse. They'll look into my glazed eyes, and pronounce me clinically insane. Lost. No way to pull me back. And nothing I can do about it.
The hopeless thoughts made her tears multiply. She didn't want to deal with the torment any longer. She wished endlessly for an end to the pain. An end to her life. But her prayers were not answered.