I've been living in this basement since I was five. The smell I awaken to is worse than the blood and bruises covering me from head to toe. This is my story.
It was my 5th birthday. My golden birthday. I waited outside for my guests to come. My mom was inside putting the finishing touches on the cake. A black car drove up I should have known. He asked if I wanted a ride. Everything about him screamed evil. His rotting teeth. Brown flaky hair. Even his clothes with red blood stains. My eyes got big. I tried to run but I just couldn't do I was glued down. He got out of the car and grabbed me. He put a rag over my face. When I woke up it was to late.
I woke up in a basement. It was dark, rotting, and would snap you in half in two point five seconds. It reminded me of him. The only thing that could have made it worse was light. When the light came on I saw the horror that would be my life. Chains. A mat. A cage. Another child 2 years older than me. At that moment I realized my life was over. I was a prisoner with a death sentence.
