Don't Trust Him

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     "You didn't even properly clean it right. There's dust behind the cabinets and even dust beneath it!" He spat in my face.

     He used the broomstick and whacked me in the face with it. My head snapped to the side and stumbled a few steps. Luckily, I kept my balance. I held my cheek and gulped. "I - I'm sorry, I'll keep cleaning until my hands turn to rust."

     He smacked me in the face with his hand. "Quit talking nonsense, bitch. Even if that happened, I wouldn't be satisfied enough."

     "I - I'm sorry." I choked.

     He broke the broomstick in half and pointed the sharp end at me. "Turn around."

     I shook my head and felt the tears shedding. "Please don't."

     "Turn the fuck around or I'll make you!" He raised the broom at me and did what he was told.

     In a few seconds, I didn't feel anything. I didn't want to turn around and know what he was doing so I kept still. My back was facing him and I was shaking uncontrollably. My lips was quivering and I didn't hold back the tears.

     About a couple of minutes, I felt my shirt being torn off by him. I gasped and held the front up. I turned around and saw him shaking his head. "I want to try something new."

     He smirked and held the broken broom in his hand. The ends was sharp and I couldn't help but stare at it in terror. "Please, I'll do anythi -"

     "Shut up and turn back around." He demanded.

     I let out a whimper and did what he was said. The next thing I know, he was slicing my skin with the wooden broom. I gritted my teeth as I shut my eyes tight. An ear - piercing scream came out of my mouth and I was breathing heavier and heavier.

     "Please stop," I croaked, "it hurts!'

     "Good." He laughed wickedly, amazed at what he's doing to me.

     Every last strike he would give me, he would use all his strength. And that's what he did. I felt like someone was whipping me with a whip. I didn't scream because I couldn't. It felt like my voice was gone from screaming so much.

     Then I fell limp.

     My back was exposed but my shirt was still on from the front. I laid there with no energy to move any parts of me at all. The broom that he was holding fell in front of my face and saw the end covered in blood. It sickened at how dark it looked. He probably have sliced me too deep.

     "Now you've learned your lesson. Next time, you know what to clean." He said.

     I heard him going downstairs leaving me on the floor unconscious. My arms was shaking, I felt my fingers twitch as I tried getting up but I couldn't. No matter how I tried getting up, I knew I was dying right here. On the cold hard ground.

     "You never fail to amaze me, child."

     I heard his voice. Then a hand went under my neck and my leg. He carried me inside of my room and closed the door behind him. Putting me on my bed, I gasped when he laid me down. "What  a - are you going to do?"

     He chuckled.

     "I'm going to heal you, love."

     I shivered when I felt his fingers running down my back. I clutched my pillow and squeezed my eyes tight. A soft groan coming out of me. "It hurts."

     "That man gave you a good beating. Your blood is literally pouring out."

     He lightly brushed his finger on one of the cut and heard him suck on it. Then I realized he started to lick my back. Both of his hands went on each of my hip and continued to work his magic. The pain started to ease and my breathing calmed down. "Thanks."

     "No problem. Besides, I've never tasted the most delicious blood ever."

     I gave him a small smile. "Thanks, I guess. My blood is a rare type."

     He raised a brow.

     "That makes you sound even better."

     There was a bang on my door. My eyes widened and I started to cry. "N - no, I don't want to get beaten again."

     His hands cupped my face.

     "Shh, don't worry. I won't let him hurt you anymore."

     I touched his arm and blinked the tears away. "How can you do that?"

     "Remember I promised you that I will help you end your pain?"

     I sniffled and nodded. "Yeah."

     "I'm going to show you how."

     With a flick of his wrist, the door burst open. My stepfather came walking in my room with wide eyes when he saw the boy on the bed with me.

     "What the hell is going on?"

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