It wasn't when the truck rolled to an uneven stop, that my eyes glazed over with terror.
Nor was it when they shoved me in a chair in an empty warehouse and whipped me across the face, just for the fun of it.
It was only when a body bag, perched on top of a rolling bed made its way past me, a small strand of blonde hair peaking out from under the thick plastic, that I finally lost it.
"Mama!" I screamed, thrashing against my bonds in a desperate attempt to convince my eyes that she wasn't gone.
She couldn't be gone.
Not her too.
After a useless effort of escape while a guard laughed and pointed at me to another, I relaxed my body back into my hair. I lifted my eyes to him in disgust, ready to strangle him if the rope wasn't cutting into my skin.
"You got what you wanted," I said in an emotionless trance. "From all I can imagine, my dad's gone too?"
The guard kept his disgusting face in a steady expression while he responded.
"When boss wants something," he said unapologetically, "he gets it."
"What now then?" I demanded. "Why keep me here if your job is done?"
My chest ached from the cut, and now I felt a bruise forming on my cheek from his harsh hand.
"Oh my boy, we're not done with you yet." He chuckled and crossed his arms. "In fact, we've only just begun."
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Orphaned
Short Story12 year old Dean Hansen always loved Christmas, but this year things were going to be different. His parents had been acting strange; more secretive. But with the sudden disappearance of his older sister, presents under the tree are about to be the...
