I heard him call me the first time, but i refused to open my eyes. Sleeping seemed the only time I could gain freedom, so I always made best use of that time. I knew I had to stand up, but I wasnt going to. I was scared. The fear I had set in again... It was the fear I always lived with. I laid still, until I heard his footsteps As they made way into my room. I squeezed my eyes shut, and waited for what was coming next, until he dragged me up from the bed with so much force. I opened my eyes and met with his bloodshot eyes. He looked different today. He didnt smile or frown, but he just looked different.
"Follow me",he said. I watched him walk out of the room. I stood up and walked into the bathroom. I stared at the mirror, at the scars across my cheeck-down to my back. I couldnt cry. I had run out of tears. I slowly pulled my pants off and kept them in a bucket under the sink. I reached for my 'play' clothes and put them on slowly. I had always played these 'games' for the past seven years. I walked as slow as I could out of the bathroom. I knew the next few hours would be nothing but torture. I finally went out of the room after saying a silent curse.
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Mystery / ThrillerAll her sufferings were because of one reason.... She was born for it and she would live for it. Her world was nothing but darkness .... And she was nothing but an agent of Death.. No turning back. ........ She didnt have a choice. #Mature content...
