Kenny's POV

My lovely little torture session last night really did a number on me. When I woke up Michelle told me I had been out for most of the next day. She told me I woke up when she had to change my bandages. Apparently I was mumbling some random nonsense. Something about how good Cherry Pie is.

But when I woke up I had a killer headache. And my whole body was sore. It wasn't to bad to where I couldn't move, it was more like after you run a couple of miles and forget to stretch afterwards.

"Newbie get up." Michelle punched the leg of the bed from her top bunk. "It's dinner time." She did a front flip off the bed. I just realized how much she flipped. When we first met she did a cool back hand spring thing to stand up. And I just realized she does it on the norm. She cartwheels in hallways, and does cool front flips in open spaces. No one ever really cares when she does it. I guess she does it a lot.

I followed her out the door. After I changed into some clothes of course. We walked down to the dining room. It smelled strongly of Italian seasonings. And my nose did not fail me, it was spaghetti.

Me and Michelle sat down at a table with Phillip, Alex, and Nya. They were already enthralled in a conversation, but did acknowledge us sitting down. We talked about normal stuff. How much work they got done. How I was doing after my first session. I noticed they never say 'torture.' They just call it a session. So I didn't say it either, no need to push something I don't know about.

Again the noise in the in the room died down abruptly. I didn't even need to turn around to see it was Master standing at the door.

"You may eat!" His voice boomed. It only got louder as it bounced through out the room. His voice sent shivers down my spine. He did torture me, and everyone else in this room. I was surprised no one else looked terrified. I guess time kills fear and adds respect?

My table ate the meal with average small talk. No one ever made a mistake and got food in their shirt or in the table. If this were my family the white table cloth would be a shade of pink and covered in noodles. I guess making a mess is a sure fire way to get a 'session' with Master.

When we finished our meal the other began to stack their plates. They put their silverware on the top plate. I guess that made it easier for whoever had dish washing duty.

It was late, I assume, because there are no windows here. And everyone went up to their rooms. Even thought I slept most of the day, I was still tired. I would be good tomorrow, all I need is a night of rest.

So I showered, Michelle doing the same after. I grabbed the sweat shirt in the drawer along with a pair of pajama pants. Then jumped into bed. Moving around with the major blood loss I had just received was tiring.

Michelle soon came out of the bathroom, Nya going in after. She was wearing the same thing I was. She went up to our bed instead of Nya's. The kid had been doing a lot better while being with Michelle. She wanted to try and sleep without Michelle and see if she was better.

But instead of hopping up onto her bunk, Michelle stopped right in front of the bed. Then crouched down and looked under it.

"What are you doing Michelle?" I asked. "Please of pete don't say what I think your doing." I think.

"Lookin' under the bed Newbie. I gotta check every night. You don't know what weird things are under their." She popped her head to where I could see her. "You have been checking haven't ya?"

Nya chose right then to walk out of the bathroom. She saw what Michelle was doing and silently told me. 'Don't tell her their not real.' I looked back to Michelle.

"No I haven't been checking. Can't believe I forgot too." I said in the most believable voice I could. It was good enough for Michelle because she jumped right into bed after I said it. Apparently she hasn't learned how to 'adult' because a 18 year old, still checks her bed for monsters. It was kind of funny if you asked me.

I curled into bed after Nya turned off the light. And soon drifted into sleep.

"Hmm maybe a day in the dark room will teach you to not attempt and escape." Master says darkly.

The fear was visible on Michelle. Buts it was for me, not her.

Master roughly grabbed my wrists and hooked me to the wall. The room was pitch black again and the room smelled deeper of Blood and Mold.

Master walks out of the room for a moment. When he walked back into the room, throwing the knife in between his hands.

"This is gonna hurt me a lot more then it gonna hurt you." Master says before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

Master takes off my shirt and pants so I'm in nothing but my boxers. Then makes cuts all over my torso. I whimper in pain.

Then he made long, slow cuts all along my arms. My whimpering became screams. Pain was all I could feel. Nothing but pain. Not fear, not regret. Not sadness, or anger. Just Pain. Horrible Horrible! pain.

I bolt awake. My eyes blurry, my body caked in sweat. I'm shaking like a leaf in the wind. The pain I felt is gone, now it's pure terror. Put the terror is soon replaced by warmth. I don't know what it is but it's calm and soothing. My shaking is soon slowed.

My eyes adjust and I see who it is. Michelle is sitting on my bed. Stroking my sweaty back.

"It's ok Kenny. It was just a nightmare. It's ok." She muttered soothingly. My fear is soon replaced with exhaustion. I lay back down my eyes drooping. I feel Michelle lay down next to me, then curling around me the best she could like she did to Nya. I'm to scared and tired to care.

"Shhh, it's ok. It's ok Kenny." She says quietly while rubbing my head. My eyes shut. My thinking becoming slow, my breathes become deep.

That last think I hear from Michelle before I drift off to a dreamless sleep.

"It's ok."

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