Warning: More heavy violence and abuse
Felix was carving into my back with the knife, if I had to guess, it was probably something about coming home on time. Either way, I was crying and begging for him to stop.
"S-Sir, please st-stop, please!" I begged.
"Who do you belong to?" He asked.
"Y-you, si-r," I said weakly, my voice breaking.
"That's right," He said as he finished carving into my back.
He unhooked the chains from my hands, and I fell limply to the ground, rubbing my wrists which were sore from pulling against the metal cuffs. I let out a scream of pain when his boot met my side, then again, and again. After what felt like forever, he stopped.
"What are you gonna do next time to avoid this?" Felix asked. "Answer me, you piece of shit,"
"I-I'll come h-home on time n-next time, s-sir," I mumbled weakly.
"Good boy, now get out, if you come home on time, I might let you eat," He said.
I weakly got up onto my feet and limped out of the house, going back to Mark's house and raises my hand to knock on the door, but then the world started spinning, and everything went black.
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