The Boy

Chapter 3

Someone throwing me against a wall wakes me up. I keep my eyes closed in hope of it all being a dream. I finally open my eyes and it is all too real. I try to sit up but the aching in my back makes me fall back to the ground in pain. I look around to see someone looking back at me. It was another girl. Her scarlet hair was in a tangled mess almost on top of her head. It looked as if someone had ripped out wads of her scalp. She had bruises and cuts all over her body. A tear rolled down her cheek as someone entered the dark room. He turned on a blinding white light. He slowly walked over to me and grabbed me by the hair. At that very moment, I realized that I was tied up.

"Your master wants to see you" he slurred. He sounded as if he was Russian. We walked for a long time down a dark hallway. Suddenly, I was pushed into a room. This room seemed as if it may have been my "masters" room. A voice emerged from a corner and in a low husky voice, they started to speak.