STORMThey are carving my back open.I have been screaming in pain until I can't anymore. I have blacked out and drifted out of consciousness, seeking refuge in nothingness only to be met with more pain when I wake up again.“Please… stop, it's enough,” I am begging my own throat sounding foreign. I cough up blood and I can feel my back carving in itself as they continue to hack away at the tattoo.I have never known pain and cruelty like I do right now.“I don't enjoy doing this, child. But it's what I must do. They are my family, and you are a curse, I can't have a curse in m family.”“Please, stop. Please I am begging you.”“shut her up, I was more comfortable when she was just screaming,” Xaver talks and I blink, not seeing anything. My head is hung, my legs have given out, and my tied hands on the ceiling are the ones keeping me up.And then, an earthquake shakes the whole room, rattling me and I grit my teeth when my body is moved by the moment.“what's going on?” xaver asks an
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