Lori Born Evil

Thirty-four: Pain

!*!*!*! From here on out, the story becomes even more graphic, so please read with caution !*!*!*!

Age thirteen:

I have the most wonderful dream. I have my own lab; or rather a torture room. There is a girl strapped to a chair and her screams fill my ears with joy! My eyes gaze at the array of tools: a chainsaw, all sorts of knives, nails, needles, and best of all a metal bat! I hum a sweet, happy tone while the girl begs from behind me.

I finally decide on the bat. But then I say: “Why settle on one?!”

I am about to begin my fun when I wake.

I could cry. The dream was just getting good!

But where am I? I try to sit up but a sharp throbbing pain courses throughout my body. The source of it is my privates. I look to see dried blood on my thighs. What is this? My period shouldn’t be this week.

The room is dark, but there is enough light to see the immediate surroundings, which consisted of nothing.

Nothing but my body lying on a rough white towel. I am in nothing but a shirt that I do not recognize.

I remember now! The man who was convicted of molestation has drugged me!

I wince in pain and attempt to sit up once again. I succeed but I have no idea what he has done to me, what is this strange pain? I feel torn somewhere, or cut perhaps.

I try to examine myself when I hear a noise. My heart stops, I think this is what it is like to be scared. I’m scared….. Me, Lori, am scared.

“I forgot to ask your name, Princess?”