Gwen's pov!
another beating,another scar. here i am sitting on the cold,blood covered floor,crying my eyes out. its been 3 days and no Trent. maybe he just forgot about me....why does it all have to happen to me! i look at my tight chains on my wrists,neck,and feet. i`m up against the wall,chained. but i`m not standing. i heard stomping coming from upstairs. i curl into the wooden corner and hope its not him..just my luck,it is. "good morning."he grabbed his knife. "m-morning."i said. he walked towards me and got down on his knees and kissed me on the lips. he tasted like bier and drugs. i gagged...
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