Thirteen-years-old, Connor Wolfhard, a considerate and magnanimous teen, trying to cope with the enslaved power of a merciless creature. With the abidance of detest, deep-rooted for his contentious mother, and intricate in an explosive concocted sto...
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C O N N O R
Tears were falling down my cheeks continuously. I wiped my face slowly, choking back a sob. He's in the kitchen searching for something for me. I tried to control my anxiety, but it was no use.
I shivered, clutching my knees to my chest. The walls surrounding me offer no warmth. I was only wearing a white shirt that Riley must have brought me a month ago.
I shuffled to my feet and wrapped my arms around myself. I wish I could go to my room but I can't, I'm in no position to leave the living room as Kyle won't allow me to move.
As I heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching me, I wiped my face with my sleeve, making it devoid of any tears or emotion. I have already gone through the punishment, I don't know what else he'll do to me for breaking the rule.
"You ungrateful little shit!" Kyle yelled, throwing the plate at me with such force that it instantly shattered into pieces. "I told you to study till dawn and you fell asleep!"
I tried not to scream as the sharp pieces of glass dug into my flesh. I quickly picked it out from my skin, and placed it on the floor, whimpering.
I saw Kyle coming my way, a knife secured in his hand. He towered over me and yanked my arm, smirking at me.
A cruel chuckle escaped his mouth, "You know the rule. No screaming."
Frightened, I looked at him with scared eyes. And as always, I'd lose my voice in front of him.
I tried to manage the word in my head before whispering. "Y-Yes."
I thought he was gonna cut my arm but as the burning edge of a knife plunged into my arm, I couldn't help myself, and Iet out an ear-piercing scream.
He kept digging the edge to my arm, causing my arm to go red from the hot steel.
"If you won't stop screaming, Connor.." His hand slammed against my cheek and I didn't even let him complete the sentence before I shut my mouth.
I gnashed my teeth against each other hard to not let out another scream.
He enjoys seeing me in pain. He loves when I beg him to stop the torture. He loves when I start crying. He loves hurting me.
I held back a sob that wanted to crawl from my throat because of the pain in my arm. I knew it wouldn't change anything, it would only make everything worse.
The process seemed to go on forever.
"Let's do this again." He said, a cruel smile plastered on his face. "You'll enjoy it."
Enjoy? Who would enjoy this?
I watched him walk to the kitchen and as he came back to the room again, Riley entered.
