Eileen was barey conscious, struggling to keep her eyes open as she attempted to squirm away, her cuffed hands in front of her as she made it to the edge of the mattress and collapsed, the pain keeping her from putting up more of a fight. Every whip mark felt like her skin was on fire, and all she wanted to do was drift off into unconsciousness. It would have been a blessing. The men were going to do terrible things to her, and she didn't want to be awake for it.
"Nfff, glug..."
Her eyes closed, and she managed a few more inches before she couldn't move anymore. She wasn't in pain anymore, she was in absolute agony. She had to escape, had to get away from them before the pain became worse.
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