Steps come down the stairs

he's coming

A loud booming voice rings through your ears

"My sweet doll? Are you down here. "

He smiles, sickly when he sees you, still chained up, still bruised, and still bleeding from yesterday.

he loves this, you at his mercy

"Such a sweet.. Pathetic.. Thing. "

He says, grasping your face, his grip tightening, squeezing your face together, harshly, making more tears form in your eyes before....

slap

A sharp slapping sound fills the room and there's a sting on your cheek, your now a mumbling mess, shaking and crying

"I feed you. I talk to you. I treat you so well. And you dare cry in my presence"

He pauses his screaming at you, angrily.

"This deserves punishment. You're disgusting. "