Scratching.
You could almost smell the blood,feel the splinters. Except the one making the noise wasn't human. No the howling was a testament of that.
Hunger.
It craved flesh. Her flesh. It was almost a game. How long would it take this time?
Dried tears stained her face. But she was used to it by now. Just one more hour. Then she'd be back with her family and mom would finally say those words.
I love you Chelle.
She had high hopes this time. She hadn't screamed,kicked,or hid. They always got angry when she did. So she learned to be quiet,only letting her tears flow.
They seemed to appreciate that.
They had weird glints in their eyes whenever she showed fear. She was far too young to understand what it meant.
By sunrise,she had fallen asleep. The door was wrenched open excitedly. If she was awake she would have seen the rage contorting his face.
It stood watching it's plaything get dragged over rocks and stones. Back to that place made from boards and bricks. Enough was enough.
Smirk.
Next time,it would be ready.
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General FictionRochelle grew up in a loosely educated and sheltered life. She wasn't allowed to do things her siblings could. She was obedient and did whatever her family asked. She didn't see that they were mistreating her until it was too late. Devin grew up not...
