As the blinding light seeped in, I had to close my eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.
Soon I could see all of the room like the red carpet on the floor. A splatter of blood stained the table to the right of me. A wooden fruit bowl sat in the centre of it. The peach-coloured halls had patches of crimson on them every so often.
Marks of blood that could not be scrubbed clean.
There was a giant space in front of the modified box I was in which was used for both "training" and "punishment".
He pulled me back out of my daydreams by pulling out a green lead that was attached to the black collar around my neck.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The New Pet.
TerrorWhat would happen if you where kidnapped? Would you end up like me? Being tortured and forced to be something you are not?
