Drowned By The Hands Of Love

Her eyes dimly parted. Renai was gaining consciousness. There were many things she felt at once, but above them was one sensation; ache and the next was the sound of her ragged breathing. Exhaustion filled her body instantly. Her muscles were packed in knots and even moving a pinch was excruciating for her. So she stayed still until her eyes were fully opened.

She sighed heavily as she realised where she had been put. Blinding darkness, the odour of fresh blood and rotten meat around the weapon that she would rather not think of. Her body bore a shiver. She also realised why her legs were hurting the most.

She had been standing on her feet for God knew how long. Her hands were tied above her head. Her back was brushing against the cold walls of this dark cellar. She closed her eyes and let tears burn her face. This time she wasn’t fearing that he would rape her, she feared the fact she wasn’t dead and he would be coming any time to take her life. Her intuition had declared that he