Blood and Bones (OsteoTale Book 2)

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"C01! GET THE HELL DOWN HERE!"
Daniel yells.

You run to the stairs. Your room is in the basement, about the size of a small walk-in closet. Your bed is a cheep cot, and your blanket is a piece of fabric ripped from a curtain.

Not that there are any windows. The bars over them are so thick that no light gets in. The room isn't much to look at anyway. The rest is just metal walls and a nameplate with C01 on it.

You scramble up the stairs, wondering what you did wrong.

Daniel has you do everything basically. You cook, clean, do laundry, bring him things, and take his beatings on a bad day. And it's only been three days.

On the bright side, he hasn't gone to work this week, so you haven't been to the lab yet. He won't tell you when he will bring you.

You hear glass break as you push open the basement door.

"y-y-yes?"
You say softly, cowering a little under his glare.

"CLEAN UP THIS D@NM MESS!"
He shouts angrily.

A broken glass is on the floor, and next to it is a broken vase. You assume he dropped the glass, and threw the vase in anger.

"y-yes s-sir!"
You gush, quickly grabbing the broom and pan.

When you bend down, however, you receive a swift kick to the back.

You are sent sprawling, face-first into the mess of glass. It cuts into you, making marks across your face, arms, and neck. Your simple hospital gown protects your torso for the most part. It recieves a few tears too, though.

Blood seeps into your mouth, and you tear up in pain. Crying will only make him hurt you worse, so you are silent.

"When your done with that, start on lunch you whθre!"
He screams, dragging you up to your feet. He slaps your face, and leaves the room.

You whimper, clutching your bruised cheek.

This is hell.

You finnish cleaning the glass, and dispose of it in the kitchen. Then you grab a pot, and start on some spaghetti.

You tear up again. Spaghetti reminds you so much of home! You miss them! You miss them so much...

A lone tear falls into the pot, sizzling and evaporating on the stove heat. It reminds you of your hope. It leaks out of you, evaporating in the heat of this hell.

You toss in the noodles, noticing how your arm aches from all of the bruises.

Next you add the water, and grab a pan. In the pan you start to broil some vegetables. They are all from a can, so you won't have to cut anything.

After a little while, the vegtables finnish. You turn off the heat, and stir the noodles. You put the vegtables aside, and grab a can of tomato sauce.

Next you grab spices from the cabinet, and some cut garlic from the fridge. Then you grab butter, and set it all out.

The noodles finnish, and you turn off the heat. You strain the pasta, remebering Papy and his glitter sauce.

You put it back into the pot, and stir in the tomato sauce, the butter, and the vegtables.