Chapter 13: Healing [F-solo]

Dina moaned as she dug her hands into the sides of her hips. She desperately wanted to clutch her stomach or dig into the source of the agony but didn’t dare. Touching the ragged wound that marked her from crotch to throat would bring a sharp wave of agony that she couldn’t take. When she dug into her side, even leaving bloody scratches, it gave her the sense of doing something despite the fact it did nothing to relieve her.burned painfully but it also held sharp suffering if she brushed it or even breathed too hard.

She had never felt so much pain from her insides. Every part in channel they had formed throbbed and pulsed no matter what she did. She couldn’t put pressure on it to relieve it or find a comfortable position on the hard bench that didn’t scrape against her nerves. Every second passed into infinite slowness, dragging her through agony as she waited for her body to slowly heal.

With a groan, she rolled to her since, wincing as something pulled behind her ribs, and pressed her cheek against the cooler wall. It was the only relief she had, but if she used the wall too often, it would warm up and give her no relief.

Her bare ass stuck out over the edge of the bench. She was sure Harmmon or Naam would be watching but she didn’t care anymore. They weren’t going to touch her yet, she was sure they would wait until she was fully healed before raping her violently.

The thought of rape sickened her. She inched her hand toward her wound, wondering if she had the courage to tear herself open and bleed all of the ground. It would end her suffering. Her fingertips caressed against the tender line. When an instant sharp agony raced along her nerves, she yanked it back with a sob. She didn’t even have the strength to kill herself knowing that she was going to be raped and murdered in the future; when all hope was last, she didn’t have enough to end it herself.

Tears ran down her cheeks as she ground her face into the wall and berated herself.