Lost

Chapter 34

Belle’s POV

The next day was okay. No one died, so that’s probably a good sign. My fingers didn’t improve. They probably were never going to heal…

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Today, however, is different.

You should have seen how tired she was. She was struggling to even use a pair of scissors. I’m not sure how she could have gotten so weak in just a couple of days. Bethany once told me that it was very easy to get sick here if you didn’t take care of yourself-I’m guessing that’s what happened.

At the end of the day, around the same time like it is every day, the two men visit our ‘prison cell’ to give us our dinner and count the amount of rugs we have made, only to take them away from us and leave them in the hands of the greedy tyrant, also known as ‘the boss’.  Everything was going smoothly…

“1, 2, 3, 4…I’m sorry where’s the rest?” the man stops counting to shoot daggers down at the trembling girl sitting in front of him.

“I-I..t-th-e..s-s” The girl stutters uncontrollably to the point where it sounds like she’s talking nonsense.

“What?! Speak up!” The man asks more aggressively as his hand slams down on the table and spooks the heeby jeebies out of her…and me, but I get scared easily.

“I-“ Before anyone can even move, the man’s hand slaps across the poor girl’s face so hard, she falls off her stool and lands on some dried-up blood on the floor. At first I think she’s unconscious, but when I hear a slight groan escape her lips I know she’s okay-well not really.

“Now this is what happens when you fail to do your job.” The man places his boot over her neck and threatens to push down. This moment has me on ends and I can’t seem to breathe or even think any comforting thoughts. In a quick second, the man turns into a monster and once again…another victim is claimed.

That was the end to one of the worst days of my life.

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