HELL'S REJECTED CONTRACT
pte
ruel but it felt like
to match the beating of my h
ter the last round of slaps, but it
as my aching bo
e, and my vision bl
, and every breath felt like
ing his food. If I didn't,
ere nowhere to be f
gh to know better
ed father, always watching from the shadows
, I suppose, to pretend
ts them like his children because he sa
from falling. But they came anyway. Silent, uncontrollable, they streamed down my face as
ver worked
undered down the ha
a cold chill
ond later, it swung open with a loud creak, and
t dare
ous, the kind that sent my entire body into a paralyzed
." My voice cracked under the pressur
t like it was shrinking, suffocating me with his presence. I kept stirring the pot, faster now, try
ew more s
s never a p
unged at me, grabbing
o the counter. My ribs screamed in agony, and I bit my lip to ke
h?" His voice was a hiss, dripping w
ely able to breathe as he press
grip tightening around my neck. "
ainst the cold tiles, and for a moment, I couldn't move. The pain was unbearable, but I kne
amed this time, unable to hold it in. The pain was too much and I felt my
u think anyone's going to help you? You think
kept kicking me, over and over again, until I thought I would pass out
suddenly,
avy breathing above me, feel his eyes on me. Slowly, I looke
eren't just angry.
d, his voice low
hair and yanked me to my feet, dragging me toward the table. I stumbled, my le
sing in my chest as I realized what
able, face down, and I heard the sound of
g to get away. But he was too strong. He pinned me down wi
ng to die. I though
knock echoed th
knock, this time lou
breath and let go of me. I fell to the ground, gasping for air
cking c
he stomped toward the front door, his heavy boots echoing in the hallway. I didn't move. I
iting for him to come back, waiting fo
g to Papa. The words were muffled, but I could hear the tension
had left, I dragged myself to my feet and stumbled to
cking the door. My body was t
nd fear, l knew that I would never be free f