Prologue
The sound of a lock disengaging entered my ears and I looked up to see the man standing there. He was the one who had threatened me that if I didn’t scream, he’d make me bleed.
I didn’t.
And he did.
It wasn’t like I didn’t want to scream, it was more like I didn’t care. And the fact that I had forgotten how to let my mouth make a sound. I used to cry. I used to scream. I used to pray. I used to beg. But I stopped all of it when I learned how useless it was.
In the beginning these m.nsters would tell me to shut up or gag me so I wouldn’t make a sound when they hurt me. Broke me. Used me. But now these very same m.nsters didn’t like how quiet I was. Now they try to do everything, they hurt me in every way to make me scream.
I haven’t given them that.
And it seemed to make
