Today is Sunday, preparing myself for my travel, I looked in front of the mirror to see myself so different from a week ago.
The evidence of torture is fresh, my face is busted, my lips are a little crack, I have a black eye on the right, my body has so many marks from the stick, the violet color is recognizable and cannot be denied.
I'm white but a little tan now, the old marks from days ago are still visible, and the new marks just added which makes me like a walking zombie *grrrrr*.
Okay go back, it's not just the torture that gave the difference, but also my whole features, I don't even recognize the person standing in front of me. The girl before with a look that can easily be read, now, wear only one emotion, and all I can see is a tough girl.
I wore jogging pant and a jacket to cover my scars...
The whole travel to the mansion is silent, of course. When we reached the mansion, the guards let us inside the gate. Once the car stopped I got out of the car and went inside to see mom welcoming me.
The moment she saw me, she burst into tears, running towards me. I was just glued at my spot, then I heard the engine of the van, maybe the old man is going home but he'll take me back in hell by tomorrow...
That's what he said which is according to the contract with my parents...
They sold their own child to the devil, not even caring if I die... Dad will make me his child if I make it alive...
"Sweetie, oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Mom cried wanting to touch my cheeks thinking whether she'll hug me or not like I'm a fragile glass...
Not waiting for any moment I hugged mom, looking for comfort. She cried hard mumbling 'sorry' 'I love you'. I looked around for dad but I did not see him anywhere.
On that day, Mom was always at my side treating me. She cried hard the moment she saw everything. I love her even though she sold me to the devil, I would understand because mom never had the power against my father's will.
She always told me I would understand at the right time, I hope that when the time comes I would understand, I hope...
She gave me anything that I wanted, ice cream, chocolates and many more, well I eat more because I cannot do it in the old mansion.
I never saw my father that day and I don't want to ask. By the night I slept in my room and my mom stayed with me. I had a nightmare, it was Uncle Dos hitting me with punches, scolding me...
My nightmares are real, those are bad scenes that happened to me before.
Luckily, my mother was there to wake me up and take me back to sleep. I remembered that I never cried that day...
Weeks have passed and the training is still the same, but it did get even easier for me because I learned different tactics and tricks.
The only problem is that, if I made the least mistakes, I got more hits from him, so unfair! When I asked why, he answered, "I just feel like it, some people don't need a reason to inflict pain onto others, so if you don't know how to defend yourself, you'll die." he said while walking away.
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Days, months, and years have passed. I can feel myself getting stronger than before, the pain is normal to me because it never leaves my body even for a second. I'm immune to pain like my body had been craving for it.
I cried so many times and now I understand why even a tear doesn't flow down my eyes. It dried out of tears.
I'm ten years old, and I can be able to block and dodge that old man's punches, slaps, and hits most of the time. But sometimes, he can still hit me, he's strong and I won't deny that...
Way worse is that he's always drunk! The smell of alcohol never leaves him. It made him more aggressive, especially in his tortures. Even though he is drunk, he's still in his best composure, calm but aggressive in inflicting pain on me.
There are moments that he got annoyed because he can't hit me, I just woke up in the basement... hands are chained.
He electrified me with a teaser gun, punched and kicked me until I passed out. I tried begging him to stop but it just made him more aggressive and hit me harder.
It started last year, he put something on my food to make me fall asleep and dragged me towards the basement.
I have to know when will be the time he put a substance on my food, I have to learn how. I need to.
The time he tortured me in the basement was the moment I wished to die. I wanted to give up but the only thing that is keeping me alive is to survive to have another Sunday with my parents.
Every time I passed out from his torture I woke up in my room and healed myself from the medicines I made.
Yes, I made my own medicines. I took substances from my mother's aid kit. I experimented with medicines and combined herbs and substances that are capable of one another.
The old man is always surprised to see me healed so fast. I can sense his curiosity but I just ignored it.
The work and things he's making me do are getting more intense. His tortures are getting stronger and painful.
There's no day that my body does not surrender from the work he made me do including his torture.
Every morning we run, I'm coping his pace but the distance of our run are getting longer than before.
Sometimes, he surprisingly fought with me, but with days of battling with him... I can already cope with his speed and strength.
But, he will not end the day until my body surrendered. So he tortured me in the basement until he feels satisfied.
Oh, how I hate that old man! Btw at the age of 10, I graduated elementary, home-schooled, and unfortunately, that old man is my teacher! Saturdays are my academic lessons but since I'm a fast learner I graduated earlier and got my diploma.
Confused how? That damn old man is a prodigy! Yes, I went to the attic last year. I toured every corner of the mansion in case there are emergency exits for survival purposes. In the attic, I saw a box and opened it, I was surprised to see old trophies and certificates.
So I read it "damn that old man! He's a genius! A prodigy? What the! He earned the highest degree and took many courses and finished it, he can be all-around with a high rank or can even get the highest position possible."
I read each certificate I found and I was so surprised that he has many accomplishments, a well-trained military with the highest rank, a General! Then why is he here? In this old mansion? And doing nothing but making my life miserable? "He kept so many secrets" I have to find out.
I stopped when I saw an old picture frame with a photo of 3 young boys, I looked closer they are so happy together, holding both of their shoulders. I recognized from the right side is my father and on the left side is a young boy very similar to uncle Dos, probably uncle Dos.
But I don't recognize the boy in the middle and to my assumption his younger than my father and older than Uncle Dos. Father and uncle Dos are brothers. Then, who is this boy in the middle? Why am I curious? Tch.
When I received my diploma from him, I'm not so surprised because he is capable of doing it.