Chapter8

#Chapter8

It was dark outside. The soundproof room did justice to her screams. Every single scream that dared to invade those thick barricades died within. She shivered, being hung from the ceiling like a piece of chicken with her hands Shackled in metal chains. How far the pain could penetrate through her skin, she didn't dare to think. His growling, anger, and dirty words were everything that she could understand.

/"What did you shout in your sleep, sweetheart?/" He gripped her already sullen face, digging his nails on her skin. The rage in his voice was all she found more terrifying than his actions.

/"I am sorry./" She whispered this time. For the very first time she dared to speak the name she took in her sleep but ended up being in a mess. What would a person do if he or she had a nightmare? People can't control their subconscious mind and they would never understand that.