Third Person POV
Seraphina would still flinch when she'd hear footsteps outside the door… Because those slow and heavy steps reminded her of what she had been through.
Whenever those steps came close, new men would walk in. They would whip her bare back with it until it'd bleed and would always rub chilli powder to make her feel even more pain!
As if that wasn't enough for them that they'd use a cigarette burned into her skin until she tasted blood in her mouth again.
She couldn't breathe and begged again and again, but no one heard her plea. All they did was enjoy her agony and did what they pleased as if she were nothing but a doll for them to play with, leaving her all alone after being done.
She'd wake up in the same dark room, and the cold in their made her feel alive. The darkness clung to her, swallowed her, stripped pieces of her away until she didn't recognise herself anymore.
