~Chase~
*Warning unlawful acts towards a minor including abuse in this chapter*
For the next three years the abuse continued but the instruments changed. In the beginning Grey and his men stuck to their whips but they realized that they were not getting the results they needed out of me. That was when their creativity really kicked in. One night after I had been in my concrete cage for about 30 moons, Grey came in while I was sleeping and covered the floor, walls, and even the ceiling in silver thumb tacks creating a square large enough for me to sit in that became my "home". If I moved out of the square, I would be stabbed by thumb tacks and the silver would burn the skin around the wound. These tacks stayed on the floor for two months, and for an added bonus they would scoot in a trey
