Death's Rose

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{Highest rank: #279} "Why are you doing this to me?" said the girl, who was chained to the wall. She was covered in blood, presumably her own, and had tear stains on her face and clothes. She was severely weakened by the beatings of her attacker. Her face, arms, and legs were covered in whip marks and cuts of all kinds. There was no way she was going to escape if she tried. The chains were too strong, and the wall they were attached to was concrete. In her weakened state, she knew that all hope was gone. All she thought about was trying to get her unknown attacker to stop doing what he was doing. She had no idea what she'd done to deserve this brutality. It would've been nice if this mystery man would tell her who he was and what he wanted with her.

The attacker didn't answer. He stayed still with his back to her, completely silent. She decided to ask him again. "What do you want with me?!"

He turned around slowly, still with his mask on, so his face was concealed. She couldn't quite seem to recall his voice either, smooth like honey, though bitter, like coffee grounds.

"Revenge."

"For what?" the fear in her voice was impossible to miss, but she didn't care.

"Like you don't know," he said, pure disgust coloring his voice, "Have you really forgotten?"

"What?"

"Have you forgotten what you've done to the outcasts that wanted nothing but to be left alone?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Then you'll sit there and tolerate what I do to you until you remember."

The last thing she heard was the crack of a baseball bat against her skull and a piercing scream that filled the night. She realized that scream was her own, just before fading out of consciousness.