Elizabeth's POV:
Tick, tick, tick.
These were the only sounds I could hear.
My eyes closed tight, hoping the demons would go away soon.
I could hear their voices in my head.
"You're weak."
"A good-for-nothing."
"Ugly."
"Fat."
"Just die already."
Those were the words the monsters would call me. Deep down, I felt lifeless. I had always wished for someone, anyone, to save me from this mess.
The bruises covered my body, and my once long blonde hair had turned brown from the sweat and blood stains.
I just wish it would all end soon; the sooner it does, the better for me.
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The Lonely Princess
Short StoryWords can't explain how much pain I felt during those years. The beatings, insults, and worst of all, the nightmares. Elizabeth was known as the Lost Princess of the Italian Mafia. She had been missing for years and couldn't remember her family. It...
