chatper 21

                                    

                                          
lexi's pov
                          
3 months later-
                          
"you little bitch! look what you did!" he shouted.
                          
i whimpered and kept my head down. i wasn't allowed to look anyone in the eye. i wasn't allowed to speak unless asked a question.
                          
i met the floor when i felt a powerful blow sent to my face. 
                          
"ethan! control your slut!" he shouted at me.
                          
he was the only person that could get away with saying that to ethan. he's ethan's brother. i never did learn his name. he never told me. he always said that sluts like me dont deserve to know. i kept my eyes on the ground below me. i heard footsteps coming this way. i stayed curled up on the ground not moving. 
                          
"what have you done now lexi?" i heard ethan ask.
                          
"i-i spilled his lunch on him" i said softly looking down.
                          
i flinched back when i felt his hand come to my face. i expected a hit but was surprised when he grabbed my face and made me look up at him.
                          
"how should we punish you then?" he asked.
                          
my eyes went down to the ground. i knew i wasn't in control of my punishment. they would always pick something far worse than what i would pick. 
                          
"you don't have any idea?" he asked.
                          
i shook my head. 
                          
"okay brother you decide what you want to do with her." he said. 
                          
with that said he walked away and i was looking down at the ground again. i heard his brother chuckle and then i was grabbed and dragged. i heard a door open and i was pushed down a flight of stairs. i screamed as i hit each step. i could feel the bruises forming on my body. my body landed on the bottom with a thud. 
                          
"you know you really are pathetic. you don't even stand up for yourself." he said.
                          
he kicked me in the side. he really is just like his brother. 
                          
i whimpered when he reached down and grabbed me making me stand up. he pulled me along and to the stone table that sat in the middle of the basement. i knew what to do. i climb onto the table and i laid down. he came up and grabbed my arms and legs roughly tying them down to the straps that are attached. 
                          
this was considered my room. all the other girls here were treated better than me. they each got a room and a bed to sleep in. i have no idea who ethan took his anger out on when i was gone but i really do feel sorry for the poor soul. 
                          
i stole a glance at his brother and seen him over by the wall with all the weapons. the knives, whips, and other objects that were used for punishments. my punishments. i waited for him to pick something. when he finally found something and he was starting to turn around i looked away from him. he had a knife. 
                          
"do you know why you're getting punished?" he asked while lightly running the blade over my skin. 
                          
i nodded my head. i kept in what i was wanting to say. i screamed when he made a cut into my thigh. i felt the blood running down onto the table beneath me. different cuts were put onto my body and more scars were added onto the old ones. 
                          
that's all i felt anymore was pain. i wished they would just end it end me.
                          
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5 months later-
                          
i was skin and bones. i was given enough food to survive but not enough to fill me up. i walked through the club and to the private rooms. the same man from the first time is always there. he keeps coming back and every time he asks for a room.