7 Minutes In Hell, Part 4

'Six more minutes. That's it. Six more minutes of torture. Pain. Suffering. Agony. But only six minutes more.'

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The mysterious fellow and herself walked side-by-side to their next destination, leaving the haunted, fragile room. The streets were empty, no human life in sight. It was dim and foggy, which freaked her out even more. They finally arrived at the ruins of an abandoned house. But it wasn't any other old house- it was the house she grew up in.

"For your second minute in Hell, I am going to show you where the abuse began. How you thought you finally were happy, then shunned down." He stated.

He was harsh in words.

She stood there. Blank. No feelings. No thoughts nor memories. No tears. She remember damn well what happened in this very house, but it didn't affect her.

He took her inside, all the furniture still there, as if they had never moved out. Dusty and torn apart, but still right where they were left 15 years ago.

"How old were you when you moved here?" His voice seemed softer.

"I was nine. Two years after my mother's murder. My father was in jail so I was sent to the orphanage to where I was adopted two years later, and-"

"Came here. I know."

They walked into a room. So blank. Only a bed, dresser, and a teddy tear. A torn up teddy bear. Then something on the wall.... Dried blood? Maybe.

"Remember darling?" His voice purred into blank room.

Hell yeah she did.

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When she was adopted by Mr. & Mrs. Jones, she expected a loving home and. Parents to help her get through her agony of her mother's death. She got the opposite. Abused. Beaten. Starved. She was a 'torture toy', they used to say. They'd lock her up for days and tie her up. Once Mr. Jones even tried putting her in the oven. But Mrs. Jones had a heart and took her out. The scars from the burn are still on her. They called her a whore, idiotic, worthless, and threatening to kill her. When they would cut her or make her bleed, they would smear her blood on the wall, to remind her that they are capable of murder. She couldn't escape. It was as if she was a mouse stuck on a trap, dying slowly with no one to save nor help her. She was caged. They abuse happened on for 3 years, until one day they went too far- they tried setting the house on fire with her inside. The smoke blazing. The walls melting. Her fragile body trying to conquer through it. The neighbors helped her out. Mr. & Mrs. Jones went missing. No one to help her. Once again. She was sick of it. She ran away. Leaving no trace behind..

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"I wonder what happened to Mr. & Mrs. Jones.." She was the first to speak.

"I can show you where they are, & they can be proven as another haunted reminder for your 7 minutes in hell."

"Ok."

"Great!", He chirped, "Let's go!"

He grabbed her hand and swiftly took her out of one memory, & into another..

He was going to kill her with these memories before the 7 minutes are even up.