The once lively sky became a dull gray, as curtains of cumolonimbus clouds covered it. A loud roar of thunder was first heard, and slowly, the soft pitter-patter of rain became harsh.
It was obviously a thunderstorm.
The loud crash of the rain engulfed the ghostly neighbourhood.
Eventually, screaming at this time wouldn't be much of a big help.
And that was Amy's case.
No matter how many times she cried.
How many times she thrashed around.
And how many times she banged the door.
She could never be heard.
The house was filled with weeps and sobs, as she kept on banging, praying that a miracle would happen and someone would hear her.
But with her constant state, her body was weak and tired. And her voice was already hoarse. Ramming her already-bloodied fists on the door wasn't a good idea, but it was her only way of calling out to someone.
And because of that wretched storm, her efforts of becoming free was thrown downhill.
A man's presence was behind her, standing there.
Watching in amusement.
The hard gaze he gave off was mocking her, and it also frightened her.
Because of this man, Amy's life was shattered.
And all the shards pierced through her soul, making her bleed. Literally.
The man looked at his wrist watch, and stepped closer to the girl.
She sees the shadow looming over her, and she panics. Knocking harder, and screaming louder.
The man then reaches out to yank the girl's hair, to which she yelps in pain.
"Time's up little girl." he muses, his mouth formed into a mocking grin and his face darkened.
"N-no. NO! NO! PLEASE GIVE ME MORE--"
"You asked for thirty minutes, and I gave you thirty minutes. But look? Noone came to rescue you." he lets go of her hair, making her drop on the ground with a loud thud.
Amy scrambles to her feet and pleads, "PLEASE! JUST WAIT UNTIL THE STORM ENDS!! P-PLEASE!"
Her loud cries was blocked from the man's hearing, seemingly ignoring her. He then grabs the whip on the table, and her pleading grows louder.
He turns around to face her, giving her a sadistic look.
"You've been a little too annoying lately. I guess it's time for me to make you bleed even more."
He didn't even wait for her to reply.
He just ran at her and whips her body, printing more gashes, thick red-blood oozes out from the wounds.
It hurt.
It hurt alot.
But what could Amy do?
She couldn't defend herself.
She couldn't ask for help in.
She couldn't run away.
She couldn't do anything.
She is trapped in this hellhole.
And she couldn't find a way out.
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One-shots
De TodoA compilation of short one-shots I made during my free time, or just some scenes that somehow managed to pop up in my head. Both languages, Filipino and English are in the book, if you do not understand the language kindly skip. P.S: Is still practi...
