Chapter 7 —> February 22, 2016
Hey wanted to try to get something out. Recently broke my wrist, trying to type with my cast is extremely irritating and time consuming, so sorry about the wait.
In her hands was a long rope with jagged edges. She smirked when she saw the look of terror on my face.
"Trying to lure guys in with your body, Ehsl*t? Ill make sure no one ever wants to see such a hideous body again," she said with a sadistic glint in her eyes.
She stalked towards me and grabbing my arm, threw me onto the ground . She whipped out a pocket knife and sawed at my clothing, nicking me multiple times with the blade.
I was terrified of what was to come. She'd never been this angry before.
Finally liberating me of my clothing she shoved me back onto the ground before lashing out with the wicked looking whip. I screamed in pure agony at the first strike. I could feel my skin being torn to shreds as she hit me over and over again.
I tried to crawl away but she just laughed and kicked me when I moved, hitting me in the stomach and face. I curled up into a ball to try to protect myself. This, however, only made her more vicious.
"Think you can hide, who*re?" She sneered, never ceasing with the blows. My vision began to dim, going black at the edges and I prayed for it to end. I couldn't control my muscles any longer and she took advantage of that, kicking me over and lashing at my once protected front side. I tried to look down but all I saw was blood everywhere. I couldn't fine a n untouched inch of skin. I blacked out as she laughed harder at my pain.
I tried to say something but nothing would come out. It was then I realized my voice was horse. I had been screaming the whole time unknowingly.
I heard voices start to call my name and pounding coming from the door area. Mother was so lost in her blood lust that she didn't react, I figured. Then I frowned to myself, ignoring what was happening to my body, was I only imagining the voices? I had to be because they sounded like the men I had left at the ball.
I shouldn't have left. I should've ran away for good because anything would be better than this life. I then smiled to myself, death would be better than this life. I relaxed my body, knowing that whatever came next would be better than what was right now, it had to be. I didn't even feel pain, no more pain for me in this life I thought, grinning to myself as I closed my eyes.
The last thing I saw was her gleeful expression as my blood continued to rain around us.
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