Sold to the Devil Himself

Punishments

Run run run!
My heart rate picked up as I fled from the house.
Legs you better carry me faster

I was never really into sports. If you count me getting up to get something from my fridge then by all means I could have a case full of gold metals, but sadly the world doesn't really appreciate that sport.

While I was daydreaming about my fridge and food my foot caught under a shrub. clumsily i stumbled and fell. My foot twisted painfully.

Get up..! Get up you have to keep going!

I stood up and started to limp trying to move as fast as possible.

"Raven! Get your fucking ass over here!" I could tell it was Halen.

"No no no no! Hurry up!" I limped faster. My eyes swelling up as the pain grew. suddenly, and roughly might I add, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me making my come to a stop.

"Halen let me go!" I was now crying, whimpering lightly as he held me.

"You are going to be punished." he said roughly. " The disrespect flows out of you and it needs to stop."

"And what will you do?" I questioned him.

"This time, it won't be me."

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I was roughly thrown into the same basement cell that I had been in before. The same nasty weapons hung, taunting me.

"So I'm gonna take a quess and say a sorry won't do anything?" He just looked at me, then turned around and slammed the door.

Well shit

~two hours later~

Laying on the floor is boring. Counting fucking bloody stains on the wall is boring. And this goddamn room is just. fucking. boring.
It's been a few hours now, and as you can tell theres nothing to do. and I'm not sure what im supposed to do. Halen said there was going I be a punishment. because I apparently did something wrong? If you were kidnapped, sold, treated like a fucking slave you'd probably try and run away too!

I sighed again. I moved so that I was sitting against the wall. I hugged my knees to my chest and wrested my head on them.

And then I cried.

Cried because my life is a mess. A total mess. My parents hate me, I've been sold off as a personal slut, and all I have is my sarcasm. that's the only thing that really keeps me going.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard someone open the door.
A man walked in, someone I didn't know. he was well built, and he was very tall. he was dressed in all black and had a bag slung over his shoulder.
The man walked into the centre of the room and set down his bag.

"Stand up."

"Why?" I asked. He walked over to me and took a fist full of my hair.

"I fucking told you to get up!" He yelled. yanking me by my hair and letting a scream escape from my mouth. I now stood in front of him, trying to pry his hands off me.

"Don't try to get my fucking hands off." the man said, throwing me against the wall, I fell to the ground.

" I told you to stand." He came over and yanked me back up by my hair.

"Well then don't fucking throw me into the wall! Asshole!" I yelled. He didn't say anything besides throwing me into the wall again and slamming his foot into my stomach once I hit the floor.

"Shut you fucking mouth before I break something else." He growled. he then walked over to his bag and pulled out a rope. he hung it through a loop on the ceiling and set a stool that was also in his bag right underneath it.

Oh god..

He walked over to me again not caring about lifting me up, and just dragging me along the floor until I was next to the rope. he yanked me up again making the pain in my side intensify. He tied the rope around my neck and put my feet on the stool, only so the tips of my toes were touching. the man then came around and tied my hands.

"Please don't do this.." I pleaded.

"You deserve to die, your nothing but a worthless piece of shit that no one wants. not even your parents really loved you." he seethed. I began to cry again at his words.

He's right..

Through my teary vision I could see him walking over to the wall of weapons. he grabbed a whip and turned around walking towards me. "You need to learn that the world doesn't revolve around you, you need to learn to stop using you fucking sarcastic mouth around people of higher respect. And the only way I'm going to be able to do that is to see how much pain you can take."

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One,two,three,four
That's how many times he's struck me. And so far, I could tell I wouldn't be able to make it past six.

"Please! Stop! I promise! Please stop!" I whaled, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Shut your fucking mouth, you deserve this!" He sreamed. "and this." He struck. "And this!" He whipped my back yet again and continued. I couldn't do anything, I just hung, and felt myself slowly starting I give up. The man finally stopped and dropped the whip. He then pulled something out from his back pocket. A knife. I started to wail, hiccuping from the amount I was crying. Instead of stabbing me, like I though he was going to do he cut the rope. making me fall to the ground.

My vision was hazy. but I could faintly make out another pair of legs walking towards me before I closed my eyes and lost consciousness.

*•*•*Authors note*•*•*•*
Okay, so I will tell you that I'm the worst person ever because I should have updated a long time ago. But here you go! It's not the longest thing ever but is already started on the next chapter so I will try and have it published in the next week!

Thank you guys again for helping me reach 34k! It means a lot! :)

~Emma