If only I could stop the time... Even just a minute to... Remove this punishments and misery from me...
Just a minute of... Not hurting my body.
Just a minute of peace.
I grunted and greeted my teeth to stay awake as the burning sensation of pain surge in my bare back, the lashes are getting too harsh each second, and each time my punisher land a blow on it. I can't even cry anymore.
It hurts. I am in pain. It was like there is a thread that was supporting my rationality snapped and burned. I can't even remember why am I here? Why am I getting punished?
Where... Is the people who put me in this world... Or...
What is the other side of the cell looks like. I don't even know. It's dark. Only the moon and stars in the sky is the only source of light... And yet I can't even see them clearly.
After hours that feels like forever, they finally put me to rest. I am here... Again in my prison. In a dirty and old looking cell. I lay my chest on the bed, I can't even sleep from pain.
I never felt loved... Even when I was born. I don't know, who is my so called mother, or father. All I know is that... They sell me. Because of poverty, atleast that's what My Master told me. I don't else what else he meant by that.
I don't know anything.
The tears in my eyes freeze as it flows.
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Regrator's Plaything (Pantalone)
FanfictionInnocent. Naive. Pure. Fragile. That is the description of the so called Y/n Snezhevna. An orphan from the House of the Hearts. She will be a perfect plaything for him, much even worth to invest with, than his cheating wife Credits to the bookcover...
