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The pain… Catrina remembered it very well.
How long has it been?
Was she even given a few years before receiving pain from her mother?
It had become more common than water, food, or anything else.
A few years of love, and an eternity of pain. Suffering, fear, despair, disgust…
The excruciating pain of her mother slaps, her flesh getting irritated, blood coming from her nose and her mouth, her teeth breaking… the pain of the hate of her mother, of her wicked frustrations, and the pain of having her entire body being played by strange men… the pain of being beaten to almost death several times through the weeks.
Aah… the Pain!
The sharp and fleshy lance pierced her spine, went across her innards, from her intestines to her stomach to her lungs, blossoming its sharp tip n the middle of her small breasts, like a scarlet rose, blood flew through the air.
Her body was covered in pain and blood.