Dancing with The Devil

Pain. Suffer. Speaking of my life. You'll tell me that my life is the same. Haha. But no, not the same as mine. Mine is darker, darker than black. My death would be the best offer to be comfortable. # I was screaming. He was hurting me,emotionally and physically. You wonder who he is right? He's... my father. It's not like the other stories were the girl gets tortured by her stepfather. My story is different. You know? The word "father" does not suit him. He is not a father.. He's a maniac, a criminal. They say "Stay strong" right? Ha. If you were in my place, I swear you wouldn't be alive to tell anyone about it. You would have died in that empty, dark room that you're sitting in. Tied up on a wooden chair with firm ropes that would make your skin bleed. Without a single piece of bread that would stop the rumbling in your stomach. Or even a drop of water to quench your thirst. And yeah... that's me. I'm living that life. "You b***h, if you weren't here living with me I would be so damn bored.You know why? Because you're just a piece of s**t to me!" He uttered angrily pulling my hair aggressively. "Stop, please! Why are you doing this to me?" I begged. Suddenly, he raised one of his legs kicking me in the stomach. Don't cry please... it doesn't hurt that much. But the thing that hurts you the most is when he harasses you sexually. But thank God he hasn't stolen my virginity. Yet. He untied the harsh ropes that were around my body. Strange movement. Then he went out. Really? Is this the time he r***s me? Tears dropped from my eyes. I tried to hold them but I couldn't.. not anymore. Then I heard a husky voice. "Stay Strong, Annastasia. Stay strong, mon amour" The voice was so close, so close to my ear... But there were no one. I heard my so-called-father screaming outside my cellar. Is it a trap? I stood up from my place, trying to walk out of the room. I don't remember I tried to walk but I did my best. When I got out of the room I saw my father lying down, his blood was all over the room. He looked like a dead animal. "Dad?" I whispered coming closer to his body. But no answer. I went to the other side to check his face. I saw something strange. words were burned into his forehead "Reynoldo Zeus' prey" what the hell is this? Of course im just hallucinating. I shaked out my head well I'm supposed to leave not watching him. I ran to his room pulling all three of his credit and debit cards in case I needed them. Then, I ran out from that damn house. Now, I'm free. My soul is free.