Ch 27: All Alone

Amilia pov:

It hurt to breathe, I'm sure I had broken ribs from Mike's unpleasant treatment to me. He spent a considerable amount of time beating me, kicking me in my ribs to be factual.

It was day, at least I think, they blocked the windows to prevent me from seeing outside. Goons came in and picked me up, removing the restraints as they took me out. I was tossed onto the floor of a kitchen, Mike sitting at the table with a disgusted look.

"Clean yourself up. It's pathetic." He waved his hand and they dragged me again.

I was taken to a massive bathroom and told to clean myself so I didn't reek. It's not my fault I've been locked away for two weeks, covered in blood and... other things. They left and locked the door from the outside so I couldn't escape.

Standing on shaky legs I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked skinnier than I prefered. My face held bruises, swollen lips and cheeks, all while covered in dried blood. My body wasn't any better.

Not wanting to see myself like thi