"I said, are you going to pay for that?" He questioned with a scowl on his face. I couldn't form words and just stared up at him with wide eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut, not knowing what else to do. I could feel his grip on my shoulders tighten when he suddenly let go. I let out a breath, that apparently I was holding in, and opened my eyes. Then, he grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I gasped and dropped the beer. He then bent down and picked up the beer with his left hand, and held me on his right shoulder with his free hand. I was too scared to move. The tears that had been building up in my eyes this whole time just started spilling out, all over his back. Then, he turned around and started walking back in the direction of the store. However, when he turned around, from my spot on his shoulder, I could see Sir in the window, just watching me, while grinning from ear to ear. My eyes widened, and I finally found the strength to move. I started thrashing around on his back, but it seemed as if it was doing nothing to him. He just kept walking. I kept squirming, but his grip on me only tightened. Unwanted memories yet again flashed before my eyes and I could feel my breathing quicken.
Flashback
I was roughly carried over to the car, thrashing and screaming, as the large middle-aged man threw me into the trunk. He slammed it shut, but not before screaming a few profanities and slapping me a few times. I sobbed in the trunk of the car, for what felt like hours, before it came to an abrupt stop, slamming me into the wall. I screamed at the top of my lungs and shouted until I started losing my voice. I sobbed for a bit more until the trunk popped open. The man was staring at me, with a malicious grin on his face. He grabbed me roughly and yanked me from the trunk.
I screamed and shouted but to no avail. We were in the middle of nowhere. No one was anywhere near us. Nothing but thick forest surrounded us in every direction. All except the small cabin in front of the beaten-down car. Any other eleven-year-old would've been scared out of their minds, but this was a normal occurrence for me. Mother and Father do this to me a lot. Every break from school they ship me to a new person's house to be tortured. They get paid for it, so they think that's more important than my safety.
The man started dragging me towards the cabin not showing any remorse. However, I stayed persistent, screaming and kicking. He dragged me inside and once there he threw me to the floor. I looked around me to see it was just one big room. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, as well as a dim light. He started approaching me with a rope, as well as a knife.
