All night was torture, the darkness, the pain, the fear, everything, and I wandered if anyone was concerned about what happened to me, if anyone was looking for my whereabouts, but hoping won’t save me from this monster, I was alone and in the compant of voices in my head.
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My stomach was painfully empty when my kidnapper came back singing a jolly tune, and that pissed me off, how can she be so happy, how can she be so excited about hurting and killing people, it disgusted me, and I wanted to do was take that knife and slit her throat, this bitch has killed enough of somewhat innocent people to have a lake full of blood, in my eyes she deserves to die.
“Hello dear, are you ready for another session, cause today I have so much planned,” she exclaimed, bouncing around, “what's your name?” I asked out of the blue, watching her halt, clearly taken aback by my question, “my name...hmmm, I guess it won’t hurt for you to know, my name is Colleen, and now that I answered your question, let's get started,” she said with a grin, taking a scalpel and a jar full of bees, terror replacing anger, as I eyed the woman with wide eyes.
