Page 24 of Psycho Beasts

The end was near.

A spider stared at me before it was crushed to death.

John dragged me through the forest.

The beta pawed at my chest as he pinned me to the floor.

“Die, cunt.”

“Useless servant.”

“Weak whore.”

Dick was in the room.

He slammed his belt down, over and over.

“I have to make you bleed!” Dick screamed at me. “It’s an order.”

He begged me to understand as he destroyed my flesh. Said it was for my own good.

I didn’t listen to Dick, just screamed at him to spare Lucinda while I was away at school.

She lived alone with Dick. Four long years. She was trapped with a monster. I’d abandoned her.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

“Wakey, wakey.” A man’s smashed face blurred in front of me in a haze of flickering green.

Agony rolled through me.

“Good, you’re with me. We can begin.” He smiled and showed off a row of gums and four yellow teeth.

Terror battered my chest and snapped at my sternum.

I gasped, trying to breathe around the awful weight.

I didn’t know who the man was.

Who was I?

Where was I?

I needed to fucking escape. I needed to get away. I tried to run, but realized my hands were trapped above me and I dangled off the ground.

I was hanging by a rope.

My fear increased tenfold, and a choking sob racked me.

The strange man grabbed my cheeks in his meaty paw and squeezed. “Yes, it’s all very scary, pretty dove. Concentrate.”

I pulled my head back and kicked desperately.

The man easily held me in place and said, “You met with the don recently.”

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