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...