let's be bad together ✔

17-past comes back to bite

KC: reader discretion is advised

Pain is the feeling of your muscles, your mind, your bones burning with an angry flame. Pain is feeling that flame seep it's way deep into your brain. Pain and agony eats you up slowly from the inside, tearing off flesh after flesh. Experiencing pain can tumble you downwards into one of the scariest, deepest, darkest holes. You scratch at the wall of pain, your nails digging deep in as you desperately try to climb out and be free. It doesn't work. Belive me, I know

I get whipped across the back for what feels like the hundredth time but probably the 20th. Still hurts like shit tho.

This morning was the sad usual- send a man down, an apple for breakfast then a few beatings. It's been a week now and I am really losing the reason to live.

The man walks away after his last whip with a smile on his face. I slump on the hard, cold cement floor. Why don't they just kill me already.

I close my eyes and fade into a dreamless sleep state.

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I jump from a sudden pain to my ribs.

"Wake up mutt!" a random guy shouts.

"Five more minutes" I grumble out and try get comfy on the hard, cold cement. A kick is sent to my ribs again and I grunt in pain.

"Okay, okay. I'm up. Geez!" I slowly stand up in the dingy room. Just then Bob waltz in.

"Enjoy your night?" Bob stops 5 meters in front of me with the random rib kicker next to me.

"Could have been better but beggars can't be choosers." I stretch my stiff, sore back and legs.

"I did say today was gonna be fun, well for me. I need your blood." He says nonchalantly before taking a step forward.

"Oh hell na! You ain't getting shit!"

"We could do this the hard way or the easy way."

"Well if this is an action movie you know the bad guy always loses? Plus! Why do you need my blood?" I stress 'my' as I furrow my brows.

"Good question grasshopper."

"This guy high." I mutter to myself. The guy next to me elbows me in the arm. Hard.

"Would you stop!" I shout at him before returning my attention to Bob.

"Turn out after you...left...we discovered that your mother had quite the healing effect so we figured you might as well."

He's right about my mother but I won't spill the beans.

"So?"

"So I want your blood"

"Like I said in the beginning. You. Ain't. Getting. Shit!"
He smiles an evil smile that could put lucifer to shame.

"Hard way it is." Bob clicks his fingers and an old women walks in with a hella long needle. I'm not scared of needles put this lady looks like Dr.Death from Wonder Woman. I turn to run but the guy that was next to me grabs me, pinning my arm to my body. I struggle in his arms until I'm able to elbow him. I try make a run for the only door in the room but two more guys burst through and they are wayyyyy bigger. They lunge for me but I fight back with all my might and surprisingly I was winning but 5 more guys came in and the numbers game played a role of me being pinned onto the floor.

Dr.Death sticks the needle into my vain as men hold me down. She draws at least 3 pints of blood and by then I'm woozy and tired.

My eyes close and once again, I'm gone.

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This book is getting longer than I expected. Oh, well. To the 1% of you reading. Thanks a million.

Till next time my fellow savages
Love
MNM 😈