Joshua held me while I shivered and kicked off my shoes. They were smeared with blood.

I desperately realized who was holding me. The boy, because of him it all happened.

I turned back and looked into his eyes.

"She died because of you!"

I yelled at him.

This time I could feel him getting really angry because he grabbed my wrists in a firm grip and pinned me to the wall behind us.

''Now do you want to hold me guilty of murder like my parents did? And I thought you were different, but you're just like the other bitches!''

I tried to break out of his tight grip, but he wouldn't let me. I kick his middle with my right knee, and he cried out loudly in pain.

With shaky steps and bare feet, I ran into the one room with the metal couch, expecting to find clues.

As I stood in the middle of the room, I screamed out loud. There was blood on the couch, but not dry this time.

Fresh blood lay on the couch, dripping onto the already filthy floor.

That's why all the rooms were smeared with this red trail...

A chill ran down my spine when I saw Joshua in the door frame. After hearing my scream, he probably came here.

Painfully, he held his middle with his hand and grimaced.

"We'll talk about that later, you'll regret it."

He said and stood next to me.

He, too, looked around in shock at the blood-smeared room.

''What are we looking for?''

He said at first and continued to look around.

''I don't know, this fucking building has too many secrets, and we just know where the red trail on the floor is coming from.

Namely, from the victims of these men...''

I paused and took a deep breath before continuing.

''And that they kill children...''

Joshua grabbed his chin and asked,

''But where do the bodies end up? And why are they killing little children?''

I didn't have an answer to his questions either, and just shrugged my shoulders.

I wanted out of here, the smell of blood really wasn't pleasant, and I was beginning to understand why the air was so stuffy here.

What should we do now?

Panicked, I realized that my footprints were now visible on the floor in the hallway.

''We have to wipe away the traces''

I yelled and ran into the next room to wet my already worn t-shirt at the sink.

In the hallway, I began scrubbing the floor until my footprints were no longer visible. Luckily it wasn't too late, so it was easy to wipe off.

Meanwhile, Joshua sat down on the floor where it was clean and pulled out a fag.

From my pack of cigarettes, which I still haven't been able to get back...

His eyes were fixed on me as he began sucking on the intoxicant.

The already stinking room was now also filled with smoke and made me cough.

I looked up at him, totally sweaty. He gave me a dirty grin and I just wondered what that was supposed to be.

Suddenly I realized that I was only standing in front of him in my bra and my shorts and was kneeling on the floor. I frantically got up and yelled at him.

''What are you staring at? You said yourself that I'm just like your other bitches. So you don't have to look at me so dirty or horny.''

I wanted to go back to the 'warehouse', at least that's what I now called the room with the supplies, to get something new to wear.

However, he came up to me and pressed me against the wall. He first looked into my eyes before his gaze wandered to my body.

He grinned in amusement before slowly running his hands down my arm.

He came to my ear and whispered,

''I said you'd regret kicking my dick...''

I swallowed in fear. I tried to push him away from me, but he only pressed himself closer to me and I could already feel his erect member between my legs.

Wasn't that enough for him?

I reluctantly kick his midsection again and he cried out, but then slapped me in the face.

I stood in front of him in shock and stared into space. Did he really hit me?

The memories of the days when my mother used to beat me every day came back to me.


Flashback beginning...(WARNING OF TRIGGER AND VIOLENCE)

One day I just lay in my bed. I got a bad grade on my maths test, and I was afraid of how my parents would react, so I threw it in the kitchen dustbin.

If my parents saw it, I would get hit like any other day, even though I didn't do anything wrong.

I was beaten every day, by my own parents. How many times had I prayed that I would only be an adopted child, and that there might still be loving parents waiting for me out there in the wide world.

Tears ran down my cheeks at the thought.

I didn't have much time to cry because my bedroom door was thrown open.

My mother was standing in front of me, glaring at me and holding my torn and failed maths test in her hand.

''You screw up your test, and you don't even say it. That's a double penalty, you know that!"

She yelled at me, her voice echoing in my head.

She got a belt from my closet and started hitting my back with it...

My whole body was shaking, and I knew it wouldn't do any good to fight it, so I silently choked on my sobs out to hit me even harder next time. Her satisfied and angry laughter echoed in my ears and I cried out loud...

FLASHBACK END

As Joshua pulled me into his arms and apologized, I slowly unbuckled my thong and pushed him away.

I went into the room where my jacket was, sat on the floor and pulled the jacket over my shoulders. I drew my legs close to my petite body and rested my head on my arms. I sobbed loudly, and wet tears rolled down my cheeks onto my knees.

There were still scars on my back from that one day...