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~Lisa's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the pain relief patches Damon left on the table. My whole body ached. My arms, my legs, my back, everything was burning. I could feel the bruises throb under my skin, like reminders of the humiliation I'd just been through.
I reached for the box with shaky hands, slowly opening it.
"Just pain patches," I whispered to myself.
I picked one up, staring at it. It was small and light, like it could actually help.
But then, suddenly, everything came rushing back. Belinda screaming. The maids were laughing. Them holding me down. Ripping my clothes.
My chest tightened.
"No," I muttered, shaking my head. "No, no, no…"
I stared at it.
Then I asked myself out loud, "Why am I even here?"
My voice cracked as I spoke. It came out weak, like it was crawling out of my throat. I didn't care. I didn't want to sound strong anymore. What was the point?
