CRIMSON PETALS

sight of what was going on. Their screams tortured me, and

r not to cry as the sound of multiple cord whips sliced through the

screams f

ed for them to stop amidst tears. I di

that little sliver of humanity remaining in me, that made it impossible for me to bear the sight of the suffering and pain of

oming back to our ears. The sound taunted me. It was a reminder of everything that I was, and will be until the

ed it away immediatly, before anyone else got the chance to see it. I lay back down, back

all into the background, while I rode my memories before the acci

as too cruel, so I'd rather

ar. I opened my eyes again, and saw that another of Albert's

es. The ones that were s

n fact, we were the most pitied

at were washed and fed a bit better in order to remain in form for his sexua

sexual. He made us work in his underground club. Som

but that didn't mean th

x slave that he frequently reques

erything that he had done to me since I was sixt

way the memories that I had boxed away and buried, threatened to break thr

breaths. Count from one t

, and I prayed to the heavens abo

nately, once more my prayers went very

I hated it with everything in me, as the only thing it did was rem

trol over my actions, and I was

an to correct him, genuinely. There was an iron rod in his hand, and I certai

rom where

mas

nch, and numbing every other sense. I shut my eyes tightly and bit my lower lip, trying my hardest to keep in a cry of

how weakness. Crying was a sign of weakness. I couldn't let them see just h

e your dirty eyes, or else I'll make sure to gouge them out for you, do you hear me?! N

body, I got up. I staggered a bit; it had been a few hours in that uncomfortable

the only good part about being part of the favored. Alex liked

his time it was on my a

felt even more disgusted with myself and just hoped I would be lucky