I had been chosen by another family. When they first came in to take me in to their family, i just didn't know what to feel about them. The process of them adopting me finally finished and they were now walking me back to their home. It was at that moment when i started getting serious bad vibes coming off of them.
The door had just closed behind us as we stepped in and no sooner then that happened i was shoved to the ground. with those two familiar faces staring down at me with selfish grins.
They beat me until i was black and blue, and they wouldn't stop until i agreed to basically be their maid. I just wanted all the pain to stop, and the only way for it to stop was to agree with them.
It has nearly been four years now since they had taken me in. Which also means four years of extreme pain. Everytime i had shown signs of being hesitant to do something that they had asked of me, they would beat me. They would even do it if i wasn't fast enough to get them something or to clean a mess they had made. For me it seemed like torture, but that wasn't even all of what they had been doing to me all these years. I haven't been allowed to leave the house or feel the warm sun on my skin, and they have been keeping me in the basement.
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The story behind Dusk Reaper: A creepypasta story
KorkuThis story includes my own creepypasta OC as the main character as well as most of the others.
