Waking up I was in a unfimliar room, my face hurt like a bitch and my hands tied tighter then the first. A tear dropped off my face and stung all the cuts on my face. An deep voice a rose over my crying, "your a feisty one" his voice cracking " you need to pay for what you have done you slutty whore son of a bitch." I hate him. My voice shaking " haven't you punished me enough" he a raised from his chair, with ever footstep closer to me it got louder. Grabbing my face he stared deep into my eyes " I love you" I couldn't believe a sick bastered like him just fucking said that. He touched my cheecks pulling his lips closer to mine, I spat on him. With one big whack across my face he pulled out his pocket knife. Slitting my sensitive skin, just above my right theigh, he moved up to my face and with a slash I felt blood pouring out of my cheek. He turned away laughing, " IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE YO SICK BASTERDS LIKE YOUS!! " I should of kept my mouth shut. Cringing to him runing towards me he grabbed my throat strangling me he whispered In my ear " you talk when I say you can talk, if you do not obey my rules I will cut your eyes out of your face and tourcher you more then you can ever imagine" I couldn't breath finally he let my neck go and walked rapidly fast away.
