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"How long?" I whispered.
"About 6 months" She replied.
I stared at her, blank faced. No. No. No. 6 months? impossible, she was lying. Wasn't she?
"Don't look at me like that, Gerard. It was for the best" She conceded.
"Fuck you!" Oh no, that was a mistake.
She frowned at me, reaching into her pocket.
"That wasn't very nice" She brought out a walkie-talkie. "Mr Grin, do you mind disciplining the boy?" She spoke into it.
She stepped up and walked away, leaving the door open. I tried to take the chance, but when i tried to move my foot it ached. I looked to it. A rusty chain was wrapped around one of my bare feet. There was a considerable amount of blood and rashes from the chain rubbing against my skin. It didn't look good. The chain was attached to the wall. Looks like they thought this through. Of course they did, i had been out for six months. The IV was still plugged into my wrist, through the straight jacket.
'Mr Grin' (aka, the man who knocked me out 6 months ago) walked into the room, a knife in hand. He kneeled down next to me.
"Time for your punishment, boy. You're not allowed to talk to your mother like that" He snorted.
"Mother?" I almost gagged in disguest. She had kissed me for christ's sake! These people were fucked up.
He brought the knife up to my mouth, slinging slightly on the side of my lip. I screamed, struggling in my straight jacket.
"The more you scream, the deeper the knife goes in" Mr Grin laughed.
I willed myself to stop screaming, i would only get myself more injured. So i started silently crying, trying to stand the pain. He carried on slicing up the side of my cheek, and i knew he had given me some sort of half-smile like his own.
The pain was worse than anything i had ever felt. I had to wait until that freak was gone to scream at the pain. He smiled.
"You upset your mother again, you get a full smile" He giggled, reaching into his pocket. "You can scream now, boy. This is going to hurt"
He brought a needle and thread out of his pocket, reaching for my face. Then i screamed, louder than ever before. I cried and screeched until my voice went hoarse. He sewed the gaping wound shut, right up to next to my lip. He then brought a shaky hand into his pocket once again, bring out a dirty tissue. He dabbed it painfully on my cheek.
"I hope you apprecaite this" He said. "It's my gift to you"
"About 6 months" She replied.
I stared at her, blank faced. No. No. No. 6 months? impossible, she was lying. Wasn't she?
"Don't look at me like that, Gerard. It was for the best" She conceded.
"Fuck you!" Oh no, that was a mistake.
She frowned at me, reaching into her pocket.
"That wasn't very nice" She brought out a walkie-talkie. "Mr Grin, do you mind disciplining the boy?" She spoke into it.
She stepped up and walked away, leaving the door open. I tried to take the chance, but when i tried to move my foot it ached. I looked to it. A rusty chain was wrapped around one of my bare feet. There was a considerable amount of blood and rashes from the chain rubbing against my skin. It didn't look good. The chain was attached to the wall. Looks like they thought this through. Of course they did, i had been out for six months. The IV was still plugged into my wrist, through the straight jacket.
'Mr Grin' (aka, the man who knocked me out 6 months ago) walked into the room, a knife in hand. He kneeled down next to me.
"Time for your punishment, boy. You're not allowed to talk to your mother like that" He snorted.
"Mother?" I almost gagged in disguest. She had kissed me for christ's sake! These people were fucked up.
He brought the knife up to my mouth, slinging slightly on the side of my lip. I screamed, struggling in my straight jacket.
"The more you scream, the deeper the knife goes in" Mr Grin laughed.
I willed myself to stop screaming, i would only get myself more injured. So i started silently crying, trying to stand the pain. He carried on slicing up the side of my cheek, and i knew he had given me some sort of half-smile like his own.
The pain was worse than anything i had ever felt. I had to wait until that freak was gone to scream at the pain. He smiled.
"You upset your mother again, you get a full smile" He giggled, reaching into his pocket. "You can scream now, boy. This is going to hurt"
He brought a needle and thread out of his pocket, reaching for my face. Then i screamed, louder than ever before. I cried and screeched until my voice went hoarse. He sewed the gaping wound shut, right up to next to my lip. He then brought a shaky hand into his pocket once again, bring out a dirty tissue. He dabbed it painfully on my cheek.
"I hope you apprecaite this" He said. "It's my gift to you"
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