Chapter 125

Jean

“Oh, if you could see yourself now, little Jean. You look delicious.”

Serafino’s voice plays in the back of my mind like white noise being filtered. How long has it been? A few hours? Minutes? Maybe it has been days. I have no idea, having completely lost track of time.

What I remember is Serafino returning after our first encounter with a bandaged nose. It made me snort. . But then, he was inserting a needle into my arm and suddenly nothing was funny anymore. It had been like that for quite a while. Serafino had been continuously pumping me full of whatever drugs to keep me sedated.

Manageable.

Susceptible.

“Take it like a big girl, Jean,” he had said as he injected me with the drugs. I remember screaming and struggling against the ropes at the beginning. But he had done it over and over until I stopped struggling as he pushes the needle into my arm.

I remember that it hurt for a while then there was just the dull throb in my arm, swollen from the consistent abuse of the needle.