136. Dima

>>>>The End.>>>>

I’ve been sweeping in and out of consciousness since their last bout of torture. God, my body is nothing but a house of pain.

The laser they zap my body with has roped tight my muscles.

I whimper, feeling the wetness gathering on my thighs.

What is happening? Am I bleeding?

With fear, I start to wring on the seat so my shorts will hitch up mid-thigh to reveal the wetness that has pooled in my thighs.

While in my struggling process, I hear heavy footsteps edging closer to me and I peer up. There he is, waddling closer to me with a harsh gleam in his eyes.

He pauses before me and I stare up at him not wanting him to smell even a string of my fear and despair.

Oleg leans closer and cradles my jaw with brute force, rage gleaming in his eyes.

I shudder and my inside recoils as his eyes find their way into mine.

“Your knight in shining armor is out to get you.” He chuckles darkly. His thumb flicks over my parched lips. I curse him for laying his filthy