Tristan's Point Of View
'Ugh... My everything hurts...'
I slowly opened my eyes, blinking lethargically as I tried to focus my vision. My body throbbed painfully everywhere, just taking shallow breaths was excruciating.
Mr. Shaih had indeed been in a sour mood when he had come home. I wasn't sure what exactly happened to piss him off so unreasonably, but he had viciously taken all of his anger and frustrations out on my body, to a mercilessly sadistic degree.
Normally his enraged aggressions were slightly manageable, because I usually lost consciousness after about an hour into his ruthless depravity. However, for reasons that I couldn't even begin to fathom, this time, he had gone to extreme lengths to keep me conscious the entire time.
