Most of my very long life, I was driven to do one task. I had a name engraved into my very soul, a name I dared not to forget. Slapped, whipped, burned, skinned... none of it mattered if you had gone through what I had.
However... after I left that hell hole... I came across something that I hadn't felt in years, the warmth of a family. I even got to experience the heat and passion that came with a lover... memories of that hell hole still haunted me, but I only cared about the one thing I had gained, and was afraid of losing it again.
...that was until one phone call...
I'm going to tell you my story. Whether you believe it or not is your choice. But... let me tell you this. My revenge wasn't served cold... it was served red hot with the flames of hell
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