23

ELEANOR

I had now spent days and even more nights in this cold, smelly dungeon without food or even water, but that didn't stop Zane from constantly visiting, making it a point to be around most of the time, wanting to engrave the fact that he owned me, body and soul, into my head and that without him, I would be dead.

Unsurprisingly, most of his visits ended with vile words being thrown around and even more vile actions towards my body. I'd lost count of the number of times he'd get so maddened by either my silence or continued retorts that he'd wrap his fingers around my neck, his grip growing tighter with a crazed look in his eyes the more I struggled and sometimes until I pass out and woke up to his absence and pain in my lower region which could only mean he'd had his way with me while unconscious.

Zane wasn't just a monster, he was a psychopathic beast that no punishment on earth would be enough for him. He needed to be burnt alive and then continue to burn in hell, where he belo