The blood fell in a monotonous rhythm. My back was cut from the whip and my front was covered in tiny cuts from the rough wall. My wrists had matching bruises and my arms were screaming in pain from nearly being pulled out of their sockets. My feet dangled uselessly just above the ground.
Calloused hands gently unlocked the shackles and caught me before I fell, cradling me carefully against a smooth, sweat covered chest.
baby." His gentle words soothed me. "You're down now. You're okay."
I curled into a ball in his arms, and he massaged small circles into my back. I was only vaguely aware that we were moving down the depressing hallway. All my attention was co