Publisher's Synopsis
I've forgotten how long I've been here and I've given up all hope of
being rescued. There was no fight left in me. My entire body bruised
and cut. Every time I misbehaved I earned a slap/punch, or he would
cut me with a knife. Oruises lined my thighs and sides. Cuts lined
my arms, I had a black eye and split lip. My hair was all tangled and
everywhere. My clothes were ripped and I was left in nothing. He
threw down a blanket and pillow for me after a couple days. He
would give me food and water only once a week leaving me in a fragile
body.
