19. In the Cell With the Rats Of Course.

Quensilla's POV He ripped at my shirt and I cried, screaming. "Oh for the Lord's sake be quiet!" He yells rolling his eyes and I clamp mine shut as he uses another piece of rope to tie my hands. "No!" I scream trying to move and he punches me. I see slight stars and I gasp as his hands slowly make contact with my neck, squeezing. I couldn't claw at his hands. Or fight back. I could only lay there and let him kill me. And I was terrified. "Don't you girls like this kind of thing? What? You don't...