05-11-2017, 03:30 PM
When she was six or seven she saw her father walk up to her with a notebook while she was in her small cleanish room. He was furious by his face that only showed rage. “YOU . . . you broke one of the rules we gave you! No writing, that’s for men and select women! Give me your arm for punishment.”
She looked down as she rolled up the sleeve on her dress and then reached out with her arm. He pulled out a knife and forced her arm on a wooden plank. He smiled cruelly as he handed it to her. “Cut yourself.” She looked at him with disbelief and pure fear. “Please no, im sorry it was a mistake.” He grabbed the petite girl and flipped her around before doing it himself on her back. “One cut for each rule, and one more for each time you cry or fight to escape.”
He made the first cut and she screamed in pain. He tsked as he did another right after, this one deeper and slower than the first. “What did i just say. Now we will have to do one more for that. Stupid girl you will never be treated with respect!” She cringed at each individual word and resorted to biting her hand to get this over as quickly as possible. But the pain kept on coming stronger and faster than the last. She had after the fifth cut given up on biting her hand and just cried and screamed in pain.
She didn’t know how long it had lasted but her mind was clouded and sluggish. She at this point had lost any energy to cry and react. She felt something pick her up and drop her before kicking her. “Get up.” she instinctively tried to get up but she felt the pain act like a knife cutting into the chest leaving it to bleed. She felt the kick again and felt something inside of her cry out for her to fight.
She got up on her hands and knees before glaring at the man who is called her “Father”. She is clouded eyes reached for anything besides the man to get up, for she would not let the man have the right to say he saved his daughter from death. “Get cleaned up and don’t tell anyone about this, or you will go through much more than just pain.” He took the knife and walked out of the room.
People hated her and she had proof that people don’t deserve to live. Maybe not today, but one day humanity would perish by her hand.
She looked down as she rolled up the sleeve on her dress and then reached out with her arm. He pulled out a knife and forced her arm on a wooden plank. He smiled cruelly as he handed it to her. “Cut yourself.” She looked at him with disbelief and pure fear. “Please no, im sorry it was a mistake.” He grabbed the petite girl and flipped her around before doing it himself on her back. “One cut for each rule, and one more for each time you cry or fight to escape.”
He made the first cut and she screamed in pain. He tsked as he did another right after, this one deeper and slower than the first. “What did i just say. Now we will have to do one more for that. Stupid girl you will never be treated with respect!” She cringed at each individual word and resorted to biting her hand to get this over as quickly as possible. But the pain kept on coming stronger and faster than the last. She had after the fifth cut given up on biting her hand and just cried and screamed in pain.
She didn’t know how long it had lasted but her mind was clouded and sluggish. She at this point had lost any energy to cry and react. She felt something pick her up and drop her before kicking her. “Get up.” she instinctively tried to get up but she felt the pain act like a knife cutting into the chest leaving it to bleed. She felt the kick again and felt something inside of her cry out for her to fight.
She got up on her hands and knees before glaring at the man who is called her “Father”. She is clouded eyes reached for anything besides the man to get up, for she would not let the man have the right to say he saved his daughter from death. “Get cleaned up and don’t tell anyone about this, or you will go through much more than just pain.” He took the knife and walked out of the room.
People hated her and she had proof that people don’t deserve to live. Maybe not today, but one day humanity would perish by her hand.
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