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Mother was elated and furious.

The results were markings on my skin, caused by a whip. I told you, Mother doesn't care about me. It's all your blinded beliefs.

They were so huge and ugly, swelling up and dripping lots of blood. I couldn't touch it, it hurt like hell. No one bothered to patch me up, and it left yet another scar on my body and heart. The screams meant nothing to her, but it was a yet another haunting memory to surface in my nightmares.

I was back. Time to be a pet.

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