I was tossed into a small room with about 2 widows and a small bathroom. "Rosey Rosey Rosey. You could have listened. And not chopped the heads off of my two best mates." Louis said sourly. "I don't regret a thing." I spit back at him. He towers over me easily. I am a small 4'11 and he is at least 5'11 or even 6 foot. He sets me down on his lap. "You should say you're sorry to us." Louis said. "I'm not saying sorry." I said. I wish I wasn't stubborn. "Yes you are!" Louis yelled. "No!" I screamed. "If you don't then you will be punished!" Louis yelled at me again. " like I'm afraid of a little blutbod." I said. Then he lost it. He grabbed me and but me stomach down on his lap. "If you're going act like a 7 year old then you will be treated like one right now." Louis said. He grabbed his belt and whipped me 10-11 times each more painful. "Ow!" I screamed each time. As soon as he was done I could even stand. I was crying so hard that I started to hiccup. "Now who in charge?" Louis asked. "Not you!" I yelled and regretted it As soon as it came out. He glared at me deeply. "What did you say?" He asked. "Y-y-you." I said shakily. "That's better." He said lofting me up. He carried me to his room. I was set down on his bed. "I'll be back for bed in a couple of hours. You best be getting some sleep." Louis said. I quickly thought of some way to escape. That's when I saw the window. Halfway open.
