She thought for a second. She gave me a low chuckle and said, "Wrong answer!" Then, she jabbed her her thumb into my deep cut. Twisting it around and putting as much pressure as possible onto my wound. I screamed out in pain trying to push her hands away, but only having her use her other hand with the knife to cut me.
"We were going to have a normal day, and so on. But your father decided to divorce me." She stopped her story, and went on to cutting other parts of my body. The pain was unbearable. I cried out for help, but that just lead to a slap across the face. "Shut up! Now where was I, oh, he divorced me and I wasn't going to let that happen. I've waited too long for him to be mine, and if I cant have him no one can." She said, her face turning more insane. "
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Stitch
Teen FictionIt contains cursing reader discretion is advised. It's about a child's "trials" with his stepmother. Contains gruesome material.
