22 year old Sabriya Jones living in Brooklyn New York while helping her mother run there family bakery.
Helping her mother run the bakery and on top of struggling on keeping up with her rent, she's also studying to be a doctor but mainly for Kids a...
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"Your worthless, all this training for nothing!" Jermaine yelled out at me as he beat me with a wired stick that sent shocks throughout my 12 year old body.
I showed no emotion, not letting the pain get to me.
"Dominic, we've been through this so many times, you still haven't gotten it right! All what you're stupid ass had to do was stand still and fix your posture!" Jermaine screamed in my face as I sat up and looked him right in my eyes.
"Fuck you" I gritted out my teeth and he quickly hit me repeatedly with the wired stick on my body making me bite my lip trying to not let the pain get to me but it did when he didn't stop.
Over and over again, hits after hits.
He stopped beating me to where blood and marks were all over my body as I curled into a ball wishing why me.
Why did I deserve this?
"This is why your parents gave you up! Your worthless, you would be nothing, you won't get nothing in life. You can't even do simple task" Jermaine picked me up aggressively and slammed me onto the chair where shackles and cuffs were on them.
"No not the chair" I pleaded out as he chained my feet together and my arms rested tightly secured on the arms of the chair.
He placed a head wire on my head as Jermaine held up the red button.
The red button to where if he clicks it the head wire will send aggressive shocks throughout my brain and body.
It was bad.
"You will learn Lorenzo" Jermaine bluntly said before pressing the red button making the shocks immediately go off.
I screamed in agony as the pain was unbearable.
"Papa?" Izara said as I stared into space.
I quickly focused on Izara as her big brown eyes softened and so did her lips making a pout.
She wanted something and she knew that face would only work.
She's too spoiled.
"Yes princess? What did you see that you wanted now?" I gave her a smile and she quickly gasped.
She placed her chubby hands in the air with her mouth open. "Your already assuming I want something" she pointed her small chubby index finger at me.
"You always do that look Izara and don't point it's disrespectful you know that" I gave her a warning look and she immediately placed her fingers down.
"Sorry papa" she placed her head down and rocked back and forth.
"Can I please, pretty please have ice cream?" She asked with puppy dog eyes and tears on the brim of her eyes.
