A awful smell, something similar to rotten fruit, filled my lungs. As I opened my eyes my vision became blurred, and I began seeing double. It came to my realization I was chained, partially. My arm and leg, was chained to a nearby post. My bookbag was gone, but I felt the edge of the pocket knife.
The walls In the room were rusted, and full of mold. This guy sure knows how to choose a setting!
"Welcome home", was engraved in what looked like blood on a nearby mirror. Before I could release myself from the chains, a hoarse voice called out.
" Amy, isn't it nice to see you?". The same guy leveled his body next to Mine, not only because I was short. I was squatting above feces. I spat at him.
"Hey now, all's fair in love and war. He chose you last for a reason. You see you're real special, a real--"
"What do you mean he?".
"My brother! He's the one who took the month before May. He said she was something. Obedient, never fought back. He said, and I quote, It was like making love to a squeaky toy".
This guy was sick but I had to keep the conversation flowing. Even of that meant going into the depths, and gore about my sister's death. Or even mine.
"So what are you going to do to me?".
"At first I didn't have any intentions to do anything to you. But I realize how pretty you are, so I have a few ideas in mind. I'm going to--
"Leave this instance!". We both shot a look at my sisters murderer.
A/N Sorry if this was a short chapter. But as you can see and I QUOTE, Shits about to go down!
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My Sister's Keeper
Short StoryWhen I was young me and my sister would always play hide and seek. 'Till one day while we were playing this guy came up to us, and asked to play too. At the time we weren't aware of how dangerous this was. I mean I was 4 and she was 7, and the neigh...
