22 year old Sabriya Jones living in Brooklyn New York while helping her mother run there family bakery.
Helping her mother run the bakery and on top of struggling on keeping up with her rent, she's also studying to be a doctor but mainly for Kids a...
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"Straighten your back out" Jermaine said as he zapped my back with a extreme wired stick that made me groan out from the pain.
I knew marks would always be apart of me.
I quickly straightened my back and placed my hands behind my back and spread my feet slightly apart.
"Good Mr. De Luca. If only your sorry father would see how good your looking" Jermaine chuckled. "But he can't!" He yelled and hit me in my knee caps making me yell in pain and instantly fall.
"Stand up!" He yelled in my face. I looked up at him as I yelled through my teeth.
I ignored the pain by biting on my bottom lip making it bleed, dripping all over the floor. I weakly stood up as Jermaine just laughed in my face.
I stood fully up as my knees and legs shook and I looked down at Jermaines short figure.
At 19 I was extremely taller than Jermaine. Jermaine is probably 5'6.
A hit went to my knee caps again and I slightly bent down and Jermaine hit me again causing me to fall.
"Don't be a bitch, STAND UP!" He screamed and I growled out having enough.
I stood up and took Jermaine by his neck and squeeze tightly as I could.
I watched as Jermaine held onto my forearms with a smile.
Guards came and stabbed something in my neck making me grow weak. Quickly.
My grip around jermaines neck unrighteousness as I slowly backed up drowsily.
"You will pay for that Dominic".
That's the last thing I heard before everything went black around me.
- I woke up with an major headache.
I groan from the pounding sensation in my head. I tried to sit up but I was fully chained to the soiled mattress that was covered in human shit.
I looked to my right to see Different tools were scattered on the table with blood on them.
What did he do.
I looked down at my stomach to see deep cuts in me making me yell out. Almost exposing my guts.
I looked at my arms and legs to see there were cuts all over my body.
Jermaine entered the room with a smile on his face.
"I like what I did to you, makes me feel ALIVE" he emphasized alive and clapped his hands together and laughed.
"Your sick, you know that" I gritted through my teeth as the pain started to kick in.
"Your the one that's sick Dominic. your parents knew you were special and worth shit. And there right." He slowly said as he grabbed a knife and stabbed me right in my arm making me yell out loudly.
