The feel of the thin, black string tied around her waist sent shivers down her spine. Her hands shook badly as she struggled to untie the knot cutting deep into her flesh. She felt it again, that dark prickly feeling she got sometimes…but it was stronger this time. More scary. More sinister.
As her breathing grew more ragged, her fingers trembled even more. There was no way she would get it off before it left the eternally binding mark on her pale white skin. Already she could feel the string begin to tighten incrementally and blood began to trickle down her side. She dropped to the concrete floor, strangled-sounding screams ripping from somewhere deep in her core.
The blood was streaming now, forming a steadily growing black puddle on the floor beneath her torso.
The gates crashed open.
Harsh angry laughter resonated in her ears. A light, bright and blinding, spilled over her. A hand came out of nowhere, holding a silver handled knife. He slashed her again and again. Her hands rose up to shield her face, as her body curled up defensively. Her thin cotton shirt slowly fell off of her in tatters.
Every part of her was on fire.
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Teen FictionEach part is individual and is not connected to any other part. This are short segments that I've written and what is posted is all there is of each part. Criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading!
