~Chapter 2~

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I woke up with a sharp pain on the side of my head. My vision still blurry, my body sore.
As I scanned the room all i found was the cold white tiles underneath me, a few light bulbs, and a metal door that wouldn't budge.
Believe me I tried.
"Hello?" I said knowing no one would answer.
"Hello?!"
"Answer me!"
I kept screaming for someone when there was no one.
Is it always going to be like this.
Me alone with no one to help.
I crawled up in to a ball and laid in the back corner of the small room.
I knew i was going to be there for a while so i could at least get as comfortable as i could in the most uncomfortable situation.
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"Rise and shine sweetheart" a vaguely familiar voice sang.
I stretched out my body and let out a yawn and quickly felt the cold tile against my body.
"Get up"
That same voice quickly snapped at me.
I quickly got up and just stared at the ground. Trying my damn best to not make eye-contact with her.
"Well?" She said with impatience.
"Well what?"
Like she expected me to know what to do.
"Not even a good morning, or how was your day, or anything? So disrespectful" she kept staring at me while i kept staring at the ground.
"You look at me when im talking!"
I felt a hand reach down to my thigh and lots of pressure. She squeezed my stab wound so hard it started to bleed again.
"Im sorry! Please stop! Ahh-p-please!"
I managed to scream out between sobs.
"Please what?" As she gripped my leg harder.
"Please master!" I said quickly remembering what she told me to call her at work.
"Thats better"
She let go of my leg and i fell to the ground hard.
"Ill come back when you calm down"
She walked out of the small cold room and i was left alone with the only color in the room was the rusting door and the blood.
So. Much. Blood.
My skin has been deprived of the tan color it used to have.
My brown hair still up in a bun. Feeling worse then ever.
New clothes on me. It was a white baseball tee and my pants were red.
Once white.
Slam!
The metal closed and the lights went out.
Can this get any worse?

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