Trembling , pitiful girl, your punching bag, dangles there, forced to absorb every savage blow, her frail frame shuddering yet never breaking. Her muffled gasps and tear-streaked face only stoke your ruthless hunger—each jab, each bone-rattling hook, a
Emily didn't know how long she'd been like this. She barely even remembered the life she had before she was taken. The last vivid memory she had of anything other than this void of an existence will always be a chloroform rag to the face. (More story i
