Kiddnaped by Cannibals

Thirteen

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My body ached fighting a battle against the burns, that now seemed to cover me entirely. My stomach was facing its very own war as well, I hadn't eaten in over a week, I knew as soon as Michael had walked in he knew that, last time I had seen him was three days ago and I was wearing clothing that hung over me like a tarp, now I had clothing that was either burned into me or was clinging to me with sweat. I had no idea what I looked like, but I felt dead, I felt that I was just a bag of bones. Michael's plan was smart I'd give him that, but I didn't know how long I could keep them here, so I had to initialize my own plan.
I tried to think but I had nothing, I was empty, and that's when The door opened and they came down the stairs, I hoped that Michael hadn't told Brad the hole plan, because he'd probably screw it up.
Pa Lumbered down the stairs Benji and Hamish following, and the woman came last, maybe it would be easier for them after all. I looked up at them, giving them a small smile.
"And here I thought you forgot about me." I laughed.
"No, we don't like hurting you Christine, I hope you know that, but they broke you, and left us to fix you, and we as your parents are supposed to fix our kids when their broken." Pa stated when an idea surfaced my mind.
"But you see, you aren't my parents, you deranged psychopaths, my parents are normal people." I spat at him, putting up an emotional wall, I needed to be strong, so they could get out.
"We are your parents." Pa clarified.
"Nope my dad's name is Fred, and my moms name is Alice, not ugly and disgusting the cannibal duo." I said the old woman looked at me as though she was shocked of the words that expelled from my mouth.
"You have no right to speak to us like that young lady." Pa Spat.
"Like I give a royal damn, you aren't my parents plain and simple." I retorted. Pa looked as though he could no longer take it the rage bubbling inside him like the burns on my flesh, he surprised me by grabbing a knife instead of the pole, he strode to me and pinned the knife to my throat, the cool metal draw in blood that slipped down my neck.
"Don't make me- "He warned, sweat trickling down his forehead, I could see the anger in his eyes, like a flame dancing in the grey colouring.
"do it I dare you, you bastard." I spat in his face. He looked at me choking down his anger as he backed away taking the blade from my throat."
"I knew you didn't have the balls to do it." I laughed, a small weak laugh that was only really considered a laugh because of the smug expression laced on my face, and that's when Pa grabbed the pole.