The deafening sound of his belt cascaded through the land, a welt forming almost immediately as it crashed down upon my tender flesh. He loomed sadistically over my bound body, bound to the ground beneath him. Sharp pain sliced at my stomach like a thousand knives all cutting at once. My pained screams echoed, coming back to me like a boomerang, taunting me. Whilst the mid-September sun was not particularly warm, it was bright. I tried to look into the sun to blind me from this hell, to block this image from being forever engrained in my memory. I stared into the fiery orb so much so that my eyes became blurry and unfocused, bright spots burning their way into my soul, much like cue marks on motion picture film prints.
His next blow struck me right across the breasts, the edge of the belt grazing the bottom of my nipples, the metal buckle slamming into my ribcage, enticing a screech from my throat, my mouth so dry, lubricated only from the blood of my animalistic screams. His gravelly voice violated my ears as he spoke his venomous words, “You deserve to be hit. You’re just a plaything I can use to release my stress, and my seed.” He finished his monologue with two sharp, sudden hits to my upper thighs, welts appearing within seconds. The jolts of electricity surging through my veins sent me into convulsions, the bark and gravel beneath me tearing at my skin with each movement.