(Flashback continued… fast-forward one year)
The night before Layla’s 16th birthday.
For the past year, Mr. Wilson… or Willy as I have come to call him, just to piss him off, has been beating me and using any kind of torture tools on me. My legs, arms, stomach, and neck are all covered in rough scabs and scar tissue.
I only have one scar on my face from the first cut he did when he first chained me to this wall. I haven’t been outside or seen the sun or moon for a whole year. Tina comes and cleans my cuts as much as she can without getting caught. A couple of times she did get caught, Willy would roughly rape her in front of me.
Tina has gotten weaker by the day. It is almost as if every time Willy rapes her, her life is draining out of her. I am even more surprised that he has not got
