The Prey

I woke up to the sharp and excruciating pulse coursing through my body.

It would sound exaggerated but every inch of me was screaming in protest and my muscles were trembling beneath my skin as I tried to shift on the bed. My breasts ached at the foreign sensation of metal o my skin. Reminding me how mercilessly he had taken what he wanted.

There was no part of me left untouched by his brutality. My throat felt raw, my skin marred, bruises blooming in violent shades of purple and blue. All that belonged to him.

I winced as I sat up. My legs refused to cooperate. Even...