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my soul. He rested his two hands on his hip as his chest rose up and down in anger

llers now avoid you like the plague? What is your existence made for?"

orry,"

Listen, no food for you today! Wh

nd still while carrying the basket, he lashed out the cane on my body. When he got to number fifteen, my skin had started to peel off in some places of my body, particularly my back. He made sure to get to the said number, twenty. He threw the cane angrily to its place and walked out. My body became numb...could there have been another word for pain? I gues

d I held on to it, as if shunning it to keep quiet. Putting down the basket, my eyes went to t

umbled louder than ever this time and today, being the third day of staying hungered, I knew I had to find something to keep in. The open wounds on my body are the least of my worries right now, I need food. My standing posture began to shake...I was way too tired to even

bath is ready", the

in a queue taking care of my dressing. A trolley with different delicacies was rolled in and I sa

time to take a walk i

back to the king-sized bed after a long stroll, sle

at lying beside me on the bed. I looked down to see my gown which got torn as a result of the beating. Reality hits me once more. I had been dreaming all along. If there wa

ss to my suffering? Does she even care, unlike others? I threw the meat in my mouth,

orn, I can not throw it out to the gutters or bin. I do not have enough to st

nail had just pierced me. Does a

that could heal up some of my wounds, if not all. Searching round and round, I needed to be fast about it before my uncle would catch up with me there. Finally finding the right one, I plucked it out, squeezin

ust a stick