The Black Valley Becomes the Empress
The Part 12b
He did not stop showering me with slaps and punches, leaving inert wounds in my face and body. While he was still riding on my body. I can only grimace in pain. His rough movements left a sense of pain and heat down there. Tears began to flow from the corner of my eye. He's getting crazy torturing me. He kept laughing and cursing at me with words that sounded so painful in my ears. All my body hurts. I was still silent while occasionally doing what he told me to do. I tried to close my eyes, just to get rid of the pain I felt down there.
"My face looks like a trashy woman" he snapped while stopping his activities for a moment, then slapped me very hard. I opened my eyes. I saw him glancing towards my intimate area. His laughter blurted after seeing everything, and shortly after that he finished. He rose from above my body. Re-wearing all his clothes, while continuing to laugh in satisfaction.
"Look at yourself in the mirror, hahahah" he said "disgusting" he continued. I don't care what he says or does to me anymore. Pox after makiannterus ejected from his mouth. But I didn't listen to it. After her clothes were perfectly attached to her body, she left my body still naked. My heart was further broken as I looked into my intimate area. Fresh blood poured out from inside, soaking up the white bed linen that was wrapping the mattress in my room. The bloodstains were clearly visible there. My body was crumbling. I tried to drag my body closer to the floor in my room. with the rest of the energy I stomped no receptionis and called someone to come to my room. The pain was getting more and more felt in my intimate part. My eyes closed with pain. I heard the voice of mba Rina calling my name, before suddenly everything went dark.
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I squinted my eyes, as the white light dazzled my eyes. I felt my whole body crumble. My head feels heavy. The smell of medicine pierced sharply into my nose cavity. Slowly I opened my eyes. Samar I saw the figure of a white barbaju standing in front of me. His face was pure white.
"I where?" my voice was barely heard. The man glanced at me for a moment. I was able to catch the young man standing next to me with a large map in his hand, walking hurriedly out of the room without answering my question. Before long the man came back with a middle-aged man.
"Good afternoon mba. I check first huh" said the middle-aged man. I just nodded. My eyes began to sweep the room around. Clean. Whiter. The infush hose was perfectly placed on the back of my hand. Without the need for the young man to answer my question, I already knew where I was. Hospitals.
"Tok me why?" askaku.
"Blooding in your sensitive part, but we've been trying to stop the bleeding and do some tests"
"Danger doc? what cause?" my question was to justify my sleeping position.
"I can't be sure what the cause is, because I haven't received the results from the lab"
"good. Thank you, doc" I replied again.
"It hurts there doc, it feels like it's hot" I replied. My voice is still very weak. The doctor nodded with a smile.
"That's natural, there's no wound in your sensitive area. For a while, don't move. Later the nurse will give painkillers" said the doctor again. Then the doctor left. Leave me and the young nurse in my room.
"I checked the infusion first. Mba, I entered his pain medication yes. It's gonna hurt a little. In hold yes. But if the pain is not restrained, by the way mba" he said friendly. I nodded my head while smiling. He then checked my infusion. Putting clear liquid into my infusion hose. It feels so painful. I grimaced in pain. He catches making sure the whole thing is functioning properly.
"Mba, this is the bell, yes, if you need something just stay incandescent bellnya"
"thank you" I replied again. Then the nurse left my room. Stay in this room alone. I began to recall what happened before I was in this place. My body shuddered as the memory was forced to roll back into my memory. The pain filled my chest cavity. That man who tortured me, he who made me what I am today, he should be responsible for me. But I can't do anything. Even just punishing his actions I can't. Tears are back. Ahhh how much it hurts to live to be me with this profession. I must always accept their treatment of me without being able to protest against everything they did to me, even if it was very painful. This incident that happened to me will only pass like dust blown by the wind, passing away with time and will be forgotten in their memory. And even I had to force myself to forget it and forgive all his actions even though I didn't want to. The knock on the door brought me back to the real world. I glanced towards the door of the room inside the room.
"Mba, here's the food. Mba want to eat now? Let me prepare." Asked a young woman who entered with a tray filled with food. I just shook my head.
"Well, excuse me" he said.
"A little while" I said, stopping his steps.he turned towards me. "Can I have some paper and a pen?" my many.
"Okay, I'll get it" he replied again. He left and then went back into my room, giving me the paper and the bolpoint I asked for. I started writing something on that paper.
"Ahh, what kind of man am I. I wasn't even given the power to save myself. Or just to defend myself. I'm just a slave to their lust. I'm just a doll they can treat like they want. How low I am. How humiliating I am now. Yes, I did choose to be like this, but should I just accept all their treatment? should they accept their suffering and torment? Accepting all the insults and insults they threw at me? Butwhy? Why can't I just feel happiness for a little while? When I asked me to be his wife, I thought it would be a happy start for me. But it turns out I was wrong. God never allowed me to be happy. Maybe God has forgotten me. God forgot that he created me. God forgets that I'm just like everyone else." I threw my body back, the paper I had already written I left lying next to my bed.
