#Chapter16

Studying myself in the mirror, the belt welts were now fading just slightly though my skin was pale and I looked more of a ghost than anything else. Wet hair, wet skin, I stood there naked as Seven opened the door and walked in, I had lost all and any ounce of modesty and dignity that I had left and so, I turned around, not bothering to hide myself from his bare eyes as I leaned back on the sink, holding my arm out, waiting for him to inject me with the drug that I was starting to get addicted to and the more addicted I became to the...