THE PAIN! IT BURNS! WHY! OH GOD!!!
He came in today, with a red hot piece of metal that looked like a branding iron; I couldn’t make out the shape, just the glowing in front of me. He shortened the chains with metal loops, so I couldn’t move at all, he aimed at the inside skin of my left upper arm, he held the blasted thing against my skin for a minute that felt like a year. I’m just glad that the fire would have killed the bacteria. I screamed for nearly an hour from the pain. He went out and brought back the brander, red hot again, and I felt my stomach churn, knowing that she was soon going to feel the pain I just felt. There was nothing I could do, he left the door wide open and I could see clearly what he was doing to her. Her loud, shrill, ringing scream echoed throughout the basement. The tears ran down her face, I hadn’t yet seen her face until now, and the first glance I get is of her excruciating pain. The most sensitive skin of our bodies were now in throbbing agony as the pain coursed through us. I feel like I’m in hell. What did we do to deserve this?
