When I woke up I was still in the mans bed.
My body still felt sore as ever
I sit up and look around the room
Thank god the man wasn't here I thought
It was dead slient, which made me feel uncomfortable
This was the first time I didn't hear screams
I cringe at my aching body
At least it couldnt be worse
Right when I was about to get out the bed the door opens
I see the man
He sees me, I stare at him
In the first time in forever he didn't have blood on his clothes
In fact he was wearing a clean white shirt and jeans with his same old boots
He catchs me staring I look away from him
Out of no were he throws a long black t -shirt at my face
I flinched so it landed on my side of my face
I reach and grab it, it was just a regular t-shirt
I stare at him in confusion
He frowns "do you want to walk around in a tattered dress that basically has your skin showing"
I look down
He was right my clothes were in bits
I shake my head
"I thought so"
Before he walked out the room
I straighten up and say "Why after all you done to me your now being nice to me" I start to sob
"This isn't fair" I feel the tears dropping on the face
His face was still. There with no emtions on it
"Please I won't talk back to you anymore if you answer this one thing"
"I just don't understand first you make my life a living hell and now sunddely when my 18 birthday shows up you decide you want to be nice"
"Nice" he laughs at me
"Im not being nice" he walks up to me and cups my chin
"Listen ungratful brat Im doing all of this because you belong to me"
"Plus your just a pet to me, nothing more"
I knew it I say to myself
He lets me go
"Now change"
As soon as he left I started to cry but this time like a child
I started to scream and hit the pillows and hold myself
I just wish I would die already
After a couple of mintues yelling at myself I change
It smelled just like him
I try not to gag
I crisscross on the bed and sit their paitently
Waiting for something to happen
But nothing happened
I sigh and get off the bed walking over to the bathroom
I look at myself in the mirror
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Out Of The Mans Grasp
Mystery / ThrillerOMG I HAVE TO FRICKEN EDIT THIS TERRIBLE CREATION! I was only 6 years old when the man took me away from my poor family, this man was every little kids dream he had toys to lure us and snacks, but at the same time a nightmare. I wish I never followe...