Babydoll

Two

"Shut up, you ungrateful bitch!" She slapped me. My cheek burnt at the blow. "He's done so much for you! And this is how you repay him?!" Another. And then, another.

I shrunk away from her when she finally let me go after a few more slaps. They had seemed to get worse and worse as she carried on. I curled up into a ball shape to get away from her. From her threatening, green eyes that shot daggers at me. She seemed to get pleasure from my pain. Or he did as she named him.

Silence. Dinally, she had left. Or, so I thought. I built up the courage to unshield myself from the shelter of my arms. The cold hair knocked me back, slightly. The room was dark. Pitch black. No one was there. Sighing in relief, I quietly examined the room for a light switch. Mama would normally leave me alone in a dark room after he would punish me for my sins. So, I gathered that now, I was safe.

"I'm sorry, babydoll." The voice was high-pitched and child-like. I screamed as I felt frail and bony arms wrap around my torso and pin me to the ground. I kicked and screamed as the female grabbed my chin, forcing my gaze to fall into hers.

"I'm sorry, babydoll. I'm sorry." Mama repeated the words over andover. Her hair fell down from the sides of us, only a dim light being able to walk through the knotted locks. I tried to calm her down, I tried to get her off me, but it was no use;I was only a child. Her hair was a mess, as if she had run her hand through it one too many times. The mascara on her eyes, which had once made her look like a normal mother, had now dripped down to her chin. Probably because she had been crying.

After a few minutes of constant crying, apologies and forgiving, Mama finally lifted her weight off me. Although, she was a frail and weak woman, she still overpowered my small body. Finally managing to stand up on my feet, I saw her turn the light on. The room was very big. Not the room she would normally take me to.

I looked back at Mama after observing the white room. It was fully white, no other colours-except a tall, steel table in the center of the room. I noticed that there were- what seemed to be leather, dog collars on all four corners. I shuddered at the ideas it brought to my mind. The walls had no chips or imperfections whatsoever.

Mama cocked her head to one side examining me. Her gaze travelled down my body to my feet and then back up, ending with an everlasting gaze through my eyes, into my soul. She was wearing a red sweater with a white shirt underneath, and a long, black skirt which fell down under her knees.

"You've been bad, babydoll." Her voice, blood-curdling. I began shaking of fear. My petite figure was towered down by hers-which had suddenly become taller. She took small, agonising steps towards me. The same smile from the figure had appeared on her lips, sending a chill down my spine. The eerie feeling of having it watch me made the bile rise to my throat. I managed to keep it down.

The smile started to spread more and more over her face. Mama looked like she was in a lot of pain. I winched at the sight. When it was not humanly possible to stretch her smile any further, Mama brought a shiny, silver blade up to the right side of her mouth. Her left palm gripped onto it tightly, releasing a bright red fluid down her elbow. Her face strained at the sudden pain-the smile, still there. She started to pull it. The flesh around her mouth fell open as her screams echoed through the walls of the room.

Blood started to pour down her hand, still not stopping her from carrying on. I screamed in reaction to the situation-feeling the blade on the same place as Mama. She had stopped screaming now, as if she was immune to the pain. Her head slowly cocked to one side more and more. Hearing a slight crack of her neck bone, I froze as did she. The white bone stuck out the right side of her neck, penetrating through her skin. Her head didn't seem to move after that as the carried on the gory process of slashing her skin.

Deciding I couldn't take anymore of the gory process, I squeezed my eyes shut, silently begging it would stop. Finish. I finally worked up the courage to look up, my muscles siezed eachother, tensing up my whole body. In front of me, was one of the most sadistic, and disturbing sights I've ever seen.

Mama stood in front of me, watching me. Her face had a permanent, sinister smile on it, her eyes were wide open. Gaping at me. Her pearly white teeth showing.

She spoke sinisterly,

"Babydoll, you're not mine to play with anymore."

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