Tears stream down my face. I just want Dad to love me. He is the only one I have left.
I scream again.
The whip slams in my already raw skin.
I want to shrink, make myself as small as possible but I can’t. I am displayed like a chicken on skewer.
I cry. My throat is harsh.
“Please, I just want to make you happy, Dad.”
I open my eyes to see him in the corner.
His grin dropped.
“It is king for you,” he hisses, his eyes full with fire. “A son of mine can’t be this weak. You are a monster.”
My heart thunders in my ears. He is right.
I am a monster.
I deserve this.
He turns around and the whip touches my skin again.
I watch his cloak swing through the air. “Maybe one day you will prove yourself worthy.” He disappears out of my sight, whispering something to another guard.
The guard grabs a bag.
Before I can cry out again, the whip smashes into my skin again.
“Shut your mouth,” the guard walking towards me hisses, opening the plastic bag.
Before I can blink my eyes, the plastic bag is pulled over my face.
I panic. I can’t see.
Everything is dark. I try to breathe, but I can’t get enough air. It is the darkness that freaks me out. I try to hear everything that is happening, I hear footsteps, the whip being put away.
A dripping sound.
Water dripping on the ground.
No.
“No!”
I hear my own voice loud and clear. But it must have sounded muffled. A hand around my neck is holding the bag closed, a small opening at the bottom, just enough for me to breathe. It is so dark.
All I want is Mother.
My father to love me.
A hose is getting turned on. Water going with a massive speed, clattering on the ground. My blood rushes, the darkness closing in around me. What are they going to do?
I try to swallow, but my mouth is so dry I can’t.
More pressure to my throat, to stop me from squirming, just enough for me to breathe.
