Poison and Cupcakes just dont mix

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Its been two weeks since I was kidnapped, and let's just say torture isn't funny. The sick basterds sliced every inch of my leg twice. I'm pretty sure if my blind fold was off I'd see scars covering my legs.
Its been at least an hour since the last torture session, then someone came in, injecting something into me neck, which also happens a lot. Soon I was hearing voices, which I couldn't tell if they are real or not. 'Great, I'm going crazy' I thought, frowning more than usual.
"What too pussy to let me see your ass!" I scream, only to get bitched slapped across the face.
"Young ladies shouldn't speak like that." Someone said hisses, sliding a sharp blade across my leg.
"Well the fuck you!" I yelled out, getting slapped again. "You hit like a bitch." I cackled loudly.

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