9 days passed and I was barely alive. I could tell the days from the number of meals I got. A meal per day because I didnt deserve more. I felt so empty... I wanted it to end... I wanted to die.
"Let me tell you a story of how you ruined my life," I could hear the joy in his voice. I felt disgusted with his breath fanning my face.
"Look at me," He said snatching my blind fold. I shrieked at the sudden burst of light. It was the first since days. I kept my eyes to the floor not wanting to associate the voice that tormented me for years with a face.
He pulled my face forcefully with those grimy hands sending even more terror and pain through my body. I didn't try to pull back, my body was too weak to resist. I stopped trying to struggle many days ago. It was useless and wasted the little energy I could save.
"Look here, you bitch." His grip on my jaw tightened making me wince in pain. Tears started collecting in my eyes making my vision blurry. One thing was clear he wore the ugliest mask over his face. I wanted to say something to make him upset but no words could get out.
He laughed loudly snorting shamelessly. "So, once upon a time a girl and her brother had great dreams. They left everything behind to follow their dreams but do you know what the problem was?" He turned his back to me making me sigh in relief.
"They didn't have money. They didn't have a silver spoon in their mouth since birth..." He walked over to me kneeling on one knee. "They weren't some spoiled princesses like you," He said with so much malice and hatred making me gulp.
"The girl wanted to sing but who would help two hopeless kids?!" He chuckled to himself like the psycho he was. "They worked hard but soon enough, they lost everything, they lived on the fucking streets." He punched the ground beneath him before rising to his feet again.
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