"Cameron! I didn't steal anything!" I scream as I feel the whip against my back.
"You fucking stole the knife! Do you think you can kill me with it?"
"You're hurting me!" I cry as he throws me onto the floor.
I look up at him, my back screaming in pain as tears fall down my face.
"I will show you what I can do with a knife," he glares at me.
He had cut up my skin, letting the blood flow through it. He knew I would heal but the marks did not heal as he rubbed iron and salt all over them. It slowed down the healing for any supernatural being.
He would tell me to conceal the marks on my body because I was disgusting. I had been so angry at him that I had screamed at him to kill me. To end my life if he found me disgusting. He had laughed and told me he loved every part of my body but he did not want to see the broken parts. I had cried like a weakling as he had laughed. I was weak.
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