Chapter 12 deep shit

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Hey guys I've felt bad about not updating lately so I'm posting 2 chapters that's right folks 2 chapters.Last one was a little long but this one is shorter anyways enjoy.

Lillian's POV

When I wake up the first thing I notice is I'm laying down and tied to a metal table.My breathing accelerates I see Gaige carving a thick stick and I start to thrash around trying to get out of my bonds.

"You ran away again Lillian.You disobeyed me and I think you know what's about to happen now don't you.I want you to know that you deserve this and each time you disobey me I will increase your punishment.It will become so painful that you will beg for death.I won't kill you though because that Lillian that would be merciful."He whispers leaning towards my face" Fuck you bastard" I say then spit into his face.I smirk with triumph.

That triumph is short lived he slaps me in the face hard.He then wipes his face with the back of his hand.He walks over to a small table with wheels.I stretch my neck to see what's on the table and gasp in horror.I realize then I'm in deep shit.

On the table are knives of different sizes.He takes the knife he was carving with and grabs a torch blower.He heats up the blade as he walks back over to me."Lillian recite my rules."he says examining the blade.I'm frozen with fear and his face scrunched up with anger.He drags the blade down my arm.I scream in pain and he repeats "the rules Lillian REPEAT THEM."

"I don't r-r-rem1remeber t-them."I stutter.Blood trails down my arm.He cuts open my filthy shirt then walks back over to the table.He picks out a surgical knife.Again he heats it up with the torch blower.

"Try not to pass out" he says before he stars cutting my stomach.I scream and thrash around.He holds me in place with his arm while carving into me.I can tell he's writing something but I don't know what all I know is the pain.After what seems like forever he unties me and carries me back inside.He heads to the basement door.

I mumble protest but I'm to weak to do anything else.He carries me down and ties me to the bed.The cuff just barley ribs my cut."I hope you've learned your lesson Lillian.Ive learned mine which is not to trust you again." And with that he walks out and slams the door and I black out

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