Blood was everywhere. It covered my body in a heavy blanket. The taste was bitter as it flooded into my mouth. I didn't mind that part so bad as it tasted better than the black blood they sometime made us drink.
The knife dug deeper in a curved motion. I would have admired how the knife moved with such fluidity if I were not the one of the other side of the knife. I knew this motion well, this isn't the first time that I had gotten this punishment. I am the only one that ever gets this. I honestly couldn't tell you why.
At the top of my lungs I finally screamed. This is the farthest into the punishment I had ever gotten before I screamed. I screamed and screamed until my voice didn't work anymore and I started coughing up blood.
My senses were a blur, but I couldn't give in. I couldn't let myself black out. I wouldn't. I had to focus on something to keep that from happening. That's when I saw him. He was handsome and not much older then me. I had seen him around the keep before. Wait, he was screaming something. What was he screaming. There were people holding him back.
I got a last glimpse of his face and then everything went black.
Who was he? Who was I? Why was I being punished? Where was I? Where am I now?
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FantasySt.Paul seems like an ordinary church and school, but it is hiding something. On the outside everything is normal. Parents drop their kids off for school and pick them up at the end of the day. Underneath the school/church, there is a ancient orga...
