Aiden's P.O.V.
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That same knife that was on the table in front of me was being passed across my bare torso, leaving a trail of thin crimson lines that shone bright red in the strong lighting of the overhead bulb.
I did not scream. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing my pain. I tried as much as possible to mask it behind my neutral face. Though my molars were close to breaking because of the pressure I was putting on them through biting hard.
The guy who was inflicting the damage on me had his face covered but his eyes, which were cold, devoid of colour, and his left eyebrow had two slits.
He did not speak, not once, and not even his breath was audible.
My body clenched and writhed every time the sharp blade touched my body.
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