Chapter 4

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"I wasn't done with you." His raspy voice sneered.

I swollowed loudly and tried to back away from him. To my horror, I found I was strapped to the wall. No, it wasn't a wall, it was a wheel.

He stood in front of me with his arms crossed. "This is hardly my style but, I've been meaning to work on my aim." He turned around and grabbed something that made a shing! sound.

He turned painfully slowly. His right hand held a very, very sharp knife. His left held a smaller knife that seemed to be leaking out green liquid at the tip.

"Take your pick," he paused then added "just kidding, I get to choose."

He walked up to the side of me and I cringed in anticipation of what was to come. I shut my eyes.

In a matter of seconds, I was spinning like mad. And that lead to me screaming in horror.

"Ha ha ha! Open your eyes, love!" He said with pure enjoyment. Without thinking, I complied. I wish I hadn't.

Everything was blurry and it made me nauseous. I heard a sound of a blade hitting thin wood directly next to my ear.

He was throwing the blades at me.

He continued with his little game until something hit my arm. More so, went through my arm. I let out a blood curdling scream.

My arm was gone. From my shoulder down, was nothing.

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I woke with a high pitched scream. It took me a moment to realise that it was me screaming and I stopped.

My breath came quick and I looked around nervously to find that I was still in the infirmary.

My arm.

My arm! It's still there! But, there's a line going across where I had been impaled. I traced my finger against it and gasped. It wasn't a scratch or a line.

It was a scar.

A/N-
Sorry that this one is so short! I wrote it while waiting for my plane to Hawaii. I'll write a longer one next chapter. Thanks for reading!

-Jewels

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