The beatings

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It was dark. it must still be night time. my stomach growled, I haven't eaten in days. heard a whimpers coming from the left. "he-hello is anyone there. " no answer. Then I said it again. A little louder but with the word I won't hurt you. what I had believed to be an 8 year old softly spoke yes. She said her name was Bethany. I was wrong about her age, she was actually 10. She asked me my name. I told her that my name was Jackson I lied. "where are we?" I said frantically. "I think a warehouse" she said. as she was saying that there was a light coming from a window. "It almost day time" Beth cried. "what happens in the day tim- I look at her legs one scared so bad it would bleed if she moved, the other was half there. "I know today is my last day on earth." she whispered. "he only brings a new victim when his last is dying. I am sorry but you're next." a single tear ran down my face knowing her death would be painful as hell as well as mine. Beth told me the mans name was Damien. the door nob started to turn. Bethany burst out crying know he had came for her. Damien grabbed her arm and dragged her down a long hallway locking the door behind him, so I wouldn't follow. I closed my eyes. the sound of her screams made my stomach turn and spine shiver. then it was silent. He slowly walked back down the hall. It was my turn.

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