chapter Forty-seven: Hopeless

Tamara's POV

It was morning, and all through the night the men had tortured me I can only wonder how I managed to be alive till this moment.

My body felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one burning with relentless pain. I was struggling to breathe, the men won't stop hitting me with brutal blows and kicks that made me fall on the cold floor.

I was sweating all over, with tears streaming down freely on my face, my whole body was full of sores and blood. My throat was dried up and I was everything, including hungry. The world around me blurred, like I was slipping into some dark, endless pit, where pain was my only option.

I could barely think straight. My thoughts were entangled, wrapped in a thick despair I couldn't see a way out. What was I even praying for? A miracle? Or maybe death? Anything to stop the unbearable pain that was tearing through my body. I don't even know if thieves were tortured the way I was tortured that night. I wish there was a way out