Winners don't do different things, they do things differently~ROLEX
I turned around when I heard someone's scream.
My heart hammered in my chest making sweat break out across my skin.
I was shivering yet sweat glistened on my skin.
I was in the torture room.
It was the room where Brody did awful things to my body.
But this time, I wasn't feeling the pain.
It was like I was watching myself and I could remember the scene that was playing out in front of me.
It was my nineteenth birthday and Brody and I had s*x the whole day.
It was one of the worst memories I have from the four years I lived with Brody.
The first one being when candle wax directly from the candle was placed directly on my p***y because the muffin was overdone.
I was seventeen then and since then every single dish I prepare is always done to perfection.
I heard myself scream bringing me back to reality.
Brody was now with a knife.
I tried closing my eyes but it was like my eyelids were retired and my neck was stiff so I couldn't turn around even if I wanted to you.
Tears down my face as I watched myself scream in pain as Brody cut open my thigh.
Once he was satisfied with the length, he began to suck on the blood trailing up to my p***y.
And then all of a sudden, I felt cold water drench me.
I was awake.
My eyes travelled around the room and finally settled on Celine who was holding an empty cup and a stupid grin on her face.
"Happy birthday, Lia"