The Devil's Son

THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY SHORT

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"Please stop. You don't have to do this." I keep begging but I know it won't change anything. I watch him strap me to the table. Then he begins to drag the knife down my side, then just below my breast, and finally my right thigh. I can feel the blood pouring out of the wounds. "Please, please stop." At this point I'm crying but he just keeps cutting.

"SHUT UP." He yells, and there's nothing I can do but cower away. He continues his abuse for another hour. Just slicing into my skin over and over again. He has done this everyday for three years. I know that no one is going to save me. No one knows I'm here. I'm going to die alone.

He takes off the straps on my arms but not my legs. "Stay put, you won't like what happens if you don't." He sets the knife on the table and leaves the room. I know what he's doing. He's going to get salt to make sure I feel as much pain as possible.

I look at the knife contemplating whether or not to attack him, but my legs are still locked to the table. I pick up the knife still debating. I hear him turn the door knob. I know my choice is made.

I put the knife up to my throat and slide it across. I can feel the blood running down my body, the life draining. I watch the door open, then everything's black.

I'm finally free. Free from the pain, free from him...