Innocence Lost: Ashton's Story

Chapter 13

A flooding of cold water poured over me the next morning. I moaned, to scared to see who it was.

"Calm down" Oscar rolled his eyes "are you hungry?"

I shaked my head left and right 

"Okay. Come on, we're going" he said

He grabbed my feet and dragged me across the woods. The sticks scratched up my face and eyes bruised up. He threw me up again a metal pole and tied my hands behind the pole. He walked away and walked away. Where was he going? I tried to get up but my hands began to hurt when I did. He came back a few minutes later with a knife and a piece of wood.

"I'm sorry that I went jack shit crazy on you boy but but it was uncalled for for you to yell like that. I'm not going to take anymore of your crap." He frowned 

He walked up to me and removed the sitched across my mouth

"Daddy, please don't hurt me anymore. I promise I'll be good. I just want to be home. Please let me go" I mumbled

I rolled his eyes and walked away

"NO DONT LEAVE ME! I DONT WANT TO DIE!" I yelled

"THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THEN GODDAMN IT!" He screamed "I HAVE TO LEAVE YOUR HEAR OR YOU HAVE TO DIE!"

He grabbed my throat and began to choke me. I felt the suffocation in my lungs. He untied me and I made a run for it. I ran pretty far. I saw a brown cabin in the distance but still close. I fell and I crawled, refusing to give up.

"HELPPP!" I gasped "SOMEONE HEL-" 

Oscar stabbed a needle in my neck and I sank to the ground.

"I thought I told you to not run away Ashton" he said softly

That was the last thing I heard him say

My vision was blurry at first. Once my vision became clear I could see Oscar standing above me with a whip. It was dark but the light shone from a small window.

"What are you going to do?" I cried

"Don't cry boy" he said running his hand in my hair "this is for your own good"

He lashed the whip hard. The impact stringed for a while. The tip was metal so the hit stinged even more. 

"AHHHHH" I screamed "STOP IT!" 

He laughed and continue to hit me evenmore. My skin bled while my legs and eyes bruised. He picked me up and hanged me to the ceiling. He whipped my back which really hurt from past beating. He wouldn't stop. It was like he thought of more torture methods as he tortured me. I dropped from the ceiling onto the piles of hay stabbing my fresh cuts. I gasped looking for air to inhale. I had the feeling in me. He dragged me back into the woods. It was now raining but the feeling of the rain bouncing on my skin was quite refreshing. It was soothing for something good to happen. He laid me on the snow. I felt my while body go numb. He sat in me as he sewed my mouth shut again. The blood froze to my face.  He turned me around and tied my hands and my feet together. 

He kicked me around and slapped me around the cold snow.

"Come on boy" he laughed "Fight me." 

I got up but I felt due to the lack of balance. He held me as he squeezed my neck. He's hands were cold and he's breath was like the after taste of spearmint. I felt more weak and powerless than ever. He left me in the snow as he walked away to his van. I moaned to get his attention but is no use. He couldn't hear me. And if he did, he probably attentionally left me there. The day dreded on forever. The night was no where close. I was cold and freezing away. So I just did it, I just laid there. My hands soon went numb and I couldn't feel my legs. I began to not to feel anything at all. My eyes soon whet black. I fell into a deep sleep. Just hoping it was all going to be over