The night staggers on. Silently, the loom spins an endless tapstry of pain and gloom.
Every thread is stained with silent tears.
Your mind replays the episodes in all their horrid details. Deep inside you, every single cell, every nerve, has been hurt. The gaping wounds are still bleeding. You long to drown in the dark occean of sorrow, but anger and pain would not let you go. Torrents of questions sweep over you.