This is just a short one but next chapter coming very soon!
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I was back in the basement, shivering in the icy winter air, my breath condensing in front of me with every exhale. My stomach growled and hunger pains made me curl even further into my foetal position on the floor
He hadn't come all day, out at work at whatever bland office job was his 9-5. I wished he would get a job he enjoyed more, or at least one where he had more success because every time he lost a sale or his boss irritated him he came home seething, ready to take it out on me.
And to think that once upon a time, I believed he would be my saviour. Turns out he was nothing but a cruel, sadistic psychopath.
The front door slammed - he was angry. A fear colder than the frosty breeze gripped my heart.
He burst into the basement, a small burlap sack swinging from his clenched fist.
He waved it in the air with an evil grin, "Look what Daddy found!"
This man may legally be my guardian but this devil with never, ever be my father.
He reached into the sack and when he pulled out the object I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from crying out.
It was a whip. A braided whip made from long strands of glossy black leather ending in a wickedly sharp point. He flicked it menacingly at his side.
"Turn around."
I didn't move.
"I said," his face turned black as thunder. "Turn around."
He grabbed me by the neck and lifted me off the floor, throwing me down onto my hands and knees. I knelt quivering with anticipation and terror, then the first lash struck.
It sliced through my clothes, deep into my flesh, carving its mark with bloody agony. The pain burned like I had been doused in flames and I released a heart-rending scream. When the whip came again it somehow increased the intensity of the pain tenfold. I was lost in the torture of having my skin carved from my flesh.
I barely registered someone calling my name from far away. The shouts became louder until I was being shaken awake by large hands.
"Liss!", the voice shouted, "Wake up!"
I was screaming, tears rolling down my face. I thrashed at the contact and tried to get away, fear shooting through me.
"No please! Stop!" He was going to whip me again, hurt me again. I couldn't think through the veil of terror separating me from the world.
"Liss it's me!"
My thrashing slowed as I noticed who was gripping me.
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Rosewood School for Boys
Storie d'amoreAmaryllis' life hasn't always been easy but when she receives an invitation to the prestigious Rosewood school she thinks her life might be about to change for the better, even if she is the only girl in attendance. But will the four mysterious boys...
