Kayley's POV

I was taken to a dark place. Most likely a basement. I felt someone tie rope round my legs, then I tried to walk forward but they put their foot in front of mine. I fell down, hitting my head on the floor.

I put my hand behind my head and felt something. I looked at my hand and saw that it was now red.

I looked at the cloaked figure, trying to work out who it was, then he took his hood off. At first I didn't recognise him, but then he said the name he gave me at home. He abused me, he made me cut, he made me have bruises and scars marked along me.

I wondered if she was here too. She was married to him, a slut she was. My confusion ended when she walked through the door. Her bleach blonde hair was over her shoulders, her boobs spilled out of the short blue dress she wore.

She wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him roughly. He just shoved her away and muttered, "Later..." she bounced out of the room in her heels. How did she do that?

He walked over to me, being extra slow.

Thump...

Thump...

Thump....

Thump thump!

His last two steps were faster, and he was stood in front of me. I squirmed but that made it worse. He held out his hand as if high fiving someone, but I knew what he would do. Problem was, I let him do it.

Smack!

The sound of his palm colliding into my face made me cringe. He leaned down and whispered to me. His breath was so bad, so when he talked it went straight to my nose. He then says the name he called me when I lived with him.

"Hello sweet cheeks," and with that a knife sunk into my knee, a fist collided with my nose and I was knocked out.