I don't know how long I've been held here. Every day I got beaten up. It's either a stick being smashed against my body repeatedly. Or making me drink bleach because it was amusing to that vile monster. My cries for help was silenced, my voice was no longer there, I took every beating. Why should I fight against him when my parents are the ones who paid him to take me? I deserved this. Today he came in, he slapped me and punched me repeatedly but I held in my cries. "that's right you cow, you keep quiet because you deserve this" he spat in my face, "come on say it"! I started to cry, "I deserve this, hit me," I said. He laughed in my face and threw me against the mirror in the room, it shattered into pieces around me. It was broken like me.
I cried myself to sleep like I have done every other day.
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Silenced
Mystery / Thrilleri love writing short stories! hope you guys enjoy this one! mind the spelling mistakes:)|| No harm in walking home alone right, well how about when its past 9pm. whats the worst that could happen. BRAINWASHED TERRIFIED SILENCED || i suck at writing...
