Mr. Oh'Riley took me past all the other girls. As I passed them, they all looked horrified. He carried me into a small room that was even darker than the warehouse. I guess that was because there were no windows. Mr. Oh'Riley walked towards the wall and let me down, and for my sake I didn't run. He turned a switch and light spread across the room.
It was then that I knew he could take my life. That he could leave me with nothing. Spread across the room were shackles, saws, knives, ammonia, etc., and blood. So much. Dry and even wet. How many girls have died in this room?
"I see you are interested in what you see. But it would be better if you feel it." He walked over to the wall covered with knives as I cowered towards the door. "This is for your bad behavior, it's much worse than detention." And with that he dragged a knife down my leg.
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He had me tied up in rope after that. I was hanging from the sealing with my wrist bound together along with my ankles. My leg was gushing and I couldn't do anything about it. Then there was pain. Much worse than the throbbing coming from my leg. Mr. Oh'Riley was splashing ammonia into my cut. I blacked out.
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Stains Of My Past
Mystery / ThrillerBruises, cuts, stitches. They are all things that leave marks. Some, after time, fade away, never to be seen again. But they were still there. Even if you try to forget, to move on. They still existed.
