My stepmother just laughed, walked over and slit my cheek open. Also leaving a few cuts here and there on my face. Pain steamed through my body as I choked on my own blood that drained down my throat. She simply walked to the door and said, "Next time it'll your tongue." She then lit three matches and threw them on the purple rug. Then she left, gone.
Shit, Shit, Shit! common, hurry Zach! I thought to myself as I used the last of my core strength to move my hips close to one of the hands. I spat out some blood onto my shirt, still trying to get the small Swiss pocket knife out of my dirty pants. After a minute I finally snatched it. I leaned my head down and opened the knife with my teeth. I started to cut the the rope, before you know I've finished. I tried to stand, but then miserably failed, falling on the floor that is half eaten by the flames.
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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.
