The Concubineapos;s

Trying to stand up was impossible. The pain in my leg was too intense, even the slightest movement tore through me like shards of glass.,Eight years as an agent honed a will of steel, gritted teeth, shouldered the shame and pain that wasn't theirs, beat by beat, fresh blood spilling from within. The back was scarred, nearly broken, with every blow.,A brutal beating landed on his back again, and finally he passed out.。