Chapter 59 The pathetic dream

• She rolled off of me and just as I thought she might just let it go, I was foolishly mistaken as a fire of pain burned my scalp as she used my hair to pull my pathetic body off the ground. I screamed as it felt as though my scalp was on fire. My hands immediately gripped onto her which were weaved deep into my hair. I know I hated my hair and all but I didn’t want it to be ripped out! I finally got my feet beneath me as she finally drugs me to the stairs. I managed to scurry up the stairs as she pulled me into her room. She finally let go of my scalp, but decided that pushing me to the floor would be a good idea. I rolled a few times, my ribs practically screaming in pain. She didn’t give me even a second to recover as she was towering over me. She pulled her foot back, before harshly connecting it with my ribs. I let out an ear piercing scream, and to my surprise she didn’t kick me again. She knelt down next to me and roughly gripped my face. Forcing me to look into her eyes. They weren’t filled with rage anymore. Just cold. Cold and heartless. Her grip on my face was extremely painful and I felt tears burn in my eyes and threaten to spill over.
• Not only had I been brutally punched, but also slapped, and now she squeezing my sore jaw with inhuman strength. It felt as though the bone may break, and I didn’t move an inch in fear that if I did. It would do just that.
• “You’re pathetic. I can’t even look at you right now.” She spit, before finally releasing her hold, but not before slapping me. That was the final blow. I let the tears streamed down my cheeks and my sobs threatened to choke me. She rolled her eyes before standing up and roughly gripping onto my ankle. She dragged me over to the foot of the bed and pulled out her handcuffs. I struggled as much as I could, which only resulted in her grip getting tighter. I whimpered in pain as her grip seemed to crush my bone and she twisted it to the side. No doubt she had sprained my ankle at this point. She tightly connected the handcuff to the hurt joint and I could feel the metal pinch my skin. To say I was in pain was an understatement. My wrist throbbed from using it to catch my multiple falls, my ribs burned with unspeakable pain, my face was on the verge of going numb, and my ankle was pulsating in indescribable pain. Not because it was sprained, I had experienced a sprained ankle before and it wasn’t this bad. It was the fact that the cuff was severely digging into the wounded flesh.