Anguish and Agony |h.s|(editing)

"Someone needs to be punished, I think." He said menacingly.

I let out a whimper as his large hand clutched my upper arm. He yanked me over to the bed and pushed me down. I was now laying on my stomach sobbing, feeling more pathetic than ever.

I turned my head slightly to see him pulling a small box out of his pocket. I shoved my face back into the fluffy pillow and grabbed the edge of it, praying the box wasn't what I thought it was. I then heard two clicking sounds and knew my prayers didn't go through.

They never do; but I still find myself praying every night and day.