My mind is spinning, hot tears running down my soft checks. Voices and screams echoing in my head. I roughly press my hands against my head, trying to focus on what’s in front of me. Trying to drown out the voices in my head. My eyes red and swollen from the constant tears, my voice hoarse and dry, I could barely utter a word. My lips cracked, my body shaking uncontrollably, I couldn’t stop them. No matter how tough I try to be, I will always be weak. Each memory of the whip flashed through my mind. The rode coming into contact with my skin, tearing it. The feeling of hot blood running down my back, my screams echoing the rooms, but never to be heard.