Eight

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I woke from a loud sound.

My arms and leggs are bruised.

My stomach aches and has dry blood on.

There are carved letters, on my abdomen.

Hunter. It said.

'Do you like it? cause I sure do'

In the room he walked, proud.

A baseball bat in hand.

He sat at the end of the bed, facing me.

'No one will ever love you. You're hideous, undesired and defective. But not to me you're not, I want you. I love you princess, I and only I will ever do'

'NO! GET AWAY FROM AND LET ME GO!'

Fumingly he got up.

Swung the bat.

And blackness overtook me .


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