SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.
I don’t know how long it’s been since I’d been tied here. All I could feel was a quaking sense of fear, pain, hunger…and numbness. I wanted to scream, to cry, to beg… but even as my eyes stared into the opposite wall while my stomach rumbled, I couldn’t bring myself to react anymore.
The ropes burned into my skin, giving me small blisters which stung each time the rope connected with them. I wanted to cry. My mother had walked in here at least seven times, bouncing food and water in front of me while chewing and drinking happily with a sinister smirk on her lips.
She knew I was hungry… yet she hurt me like this.
You know it is said that a mother’s love is the most powerful, but all my mother has shown me is hell. I wished so badly that someone would save me, but
