life and death

His strike

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Karen:

Moriarty grabbed my arm and threw me onto the wooden chair in the corner of the room. I hit my head my head against the rocky wall and felt a thick liquid trickle down my forehead. Blood or sweat. one or the other, they're wasn't much of a difference.

"Sit down", he ordered. And I did. I sat down on the chair, preparing for the worst. I looked at him in the eyes showing I gave up and that he was in control now. "Other way. face the wall. And take off your jumper!" he yelled. I nodded. I sat oppositely on the chair, facing the cold wall.

I was cold enough as it was and I didn't want to take of my warm jumper but I knew that disobeying him would end in tears. I took it off and the coldness of the damp cave grabbed my skin as I started to shiver. I was cold and scared really scared. I wanted to go home. But right now home seemed like fairyland - a fantasy. 

SLAP! the ferocious lether belt wizzed through the air in a instant. I screamed as it came in contact with mt bare skin.  My back throbbed and burned. I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I couldn't even think about anything apart from the pain. "Stop...please", I whispered under my breath. I heard the whip wizz through the air and onto my skin again but this time it was harder. More painful.  I screamed in agony. " Stop!!!", I screamed.  " Please...stop."

Moriarty laughed and grabbed a piece of robe from the floor. I looked at him in horror.  And he grabbed my head again. God, I wished he stopped doing that. He also took off his tie and stuffed it into my mouth and tied the rope around my face.

I couldn't breath. Moriarty let go of my hair and bashed my head against the back of the  chair. I was now in the same position as I was before. My bloodied back facing him. I closed my eyes getting ready for his next strike.

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