June

Have you ever wondered what happens to our souls after death? Are they finally set free? Or do they stay trapped with us for eternity?
I never really cared about that...till recently when I realized it was never going to stop.
When I was five, I saw him bring a dead body into our living room.
When I was seven, I heard the tortured screams of some female down in our basement.
When I was eleven, he locked me up with one of his victims...a lifeless one.
When I was thirteen, I drugged these girls to stop their struggle.
When I was sixteen, I realized I will never be able to escape him.
I'm now a seventeen years old girl who never owned her soul, till I met him.
He says that he will give me back my freedom.
But why do I feel like he's the beginning of another nightmare?
This is my story, but it was never my tragedy.