Letters from the Abused, a series of short stories.
I don't know how long I was out darlin I just know when I woke up my face had dried blood all over it and my side you know my ribs on my left side were on fire. It was hard to breathe. I didn't really move I just kinda peered out of my now swollen eyes and I saw the devil sittin on the end of the... Sign in to see full entry.