Unwanted Scars

Prologue

Trigger Warning:  This book will contain violence, gruesome descriptions, physical abuse, verbal abuse and self-harm.

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I did not cry in terror when I arrived in a black Mercedes a week ago. 

I did not cry when I was taken away from my parents. 

I did not scream when they tied me up with silver chains and whipped me into submissions. 

I did not cry when they threw me onto a chair and experimented with me.

 I did not cry when they locked me up in the dark, freezing cell which smelled like blood.

 I did not cry in fear when I heard the horrifying screams of other children getting beaten up.

 I did not cry when they called me worthless, and a monster, and I did not scream when they gave me unwanted scars.

 But what made me scream was when I was being dragged in a room where the headmaster sat with pride on his chair.

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The room was cold as we entered, it was dark with a few candles lighten on the stone walls and no windows insight. It had a large wooden table and a black leather chair. On top of the chair held a black robe with a golden outline looking elegant and behind the chair on the wall held a picture of a wolf with a knife stuck in its chest. 

Eww, that's disgusting, and where the hell am I? Underground? 

 Being forced down by one of the men, landing on my knees, grunting to the sudden pain.

Ouch!

 "You're a disgrace to society, you dirty animal" the master hissed with disgust while standing up putting on his robe, wearing it with satisfaction and making his way to me.

 What is this man talking about? Calling me a dirty animal! 

"I am human!" I yelled frustrated with anger,

The headmaster didn't like my response, as he slapped me across the face. I winced from the pain, as tears began to drip down my face. 

"Don't answer back you bitch!" he yelled.

"You'll learn," he said while taking out a silver knife, stabbing it deep in my wrist, as all of the men in the room started chanting the number 364 over and over again. 

 "Repeat" the Master ordered me. I obliged as I was terrified of this man and what he was capable of.

 Moments later he was putting a silver spiked, black collar around my neck.

 Am I a pet to them? 

I could no longer grasp the innocence that every child had. I was no one but a pet to them. They forced me to forget my real name, my age, and my heritage. I didn't want to lose my last shred of humanity.

However, it was finished and I was gone. Trapped in the darkness of my mind. I started to go dizzy, as I started to lose my vision and everything went black.

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