19

Andrea’s POV

“You have to eat something. I saved you a sandwich and a bottle of water” she said softly as she helped me up to a sitting position.

I shook my head, My stomach turning in revulsion at the thought of putting anything in my mouth after what I had to swallow the entire time I was with that bastard.

I don’t think I will be able to put anything in my mouth, to eat or drink anything in a very long time to come.

I looked around and saw the same girls I was locked with before. They were sleeping, laying down on the cold hard floor, all recovering from various forms of torture. But while the only evidence left of what they went through during the night was dried up blood and fading, faint bruises, I could feel that my own injuries were still not fully healed telling me I went through the worst of it. Well, it only made sense as it was my first time and I didn’t exactly make it any easier for myself.

I looked at Mila and saw her sporting the same kinds of bruises with the same dri