"That doesn't explain why you tortured him!" I yelled at her. Chelsea killed my father for that reason! I hope that bitch gets put in a mental institution! "Oh, sorry not so sorry. I had too much fun being carried away, and I had to get all that information out of him for the safe." She smirked. Damn her, I new she was here for the money! Chelsea smashed her hands together in excitement. "Enough talking, time of dying." I shook my head in fear, trying to drag my defenceless body onto the carpet and into safety. The smoke engulf my lungs as I coughed up blood. Chelsea walked over and grabbed my upper arms, and now dragging me upstairs.
I could see she was struggling pretty badly from the lack of air and having to drag my heavy body. But I can barley move myself, so there's no way I'm escaping from her. We made it up the staircase, and the whole upstairs was flooded with fire. "Get up and walk, unless you want to burn." Chelsea coughed out. I'm not in the mood for more torture so I think it'd be best just to do what she says.
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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.
