SCARVILLE- EVIL HAS NO LIMIT (HORROR)

memories

He beat me every single day, and after every beating he would force me to drink. Sometimes he would make me drink poison, other times he would pour alcohol onto my wounds, which caused them to become infected. I was always tired because of the constant beatings, but I never complained or questioned him; I just obeyed his orders. But then one day when I was thirteen years old, he went too far. He started hitting me harder and harder, and I could barely take anymore.” He began to cry again.

“He wouldn’t stop until I passed out, which took almost two hours before I woke back up.” He sniffed quietly. “I guess he figured out that the alcohol hadn’t done its job and thought that I deserved a break. I woke up, and he was gone. The next morning, the police showed up at our house, asking us questions. They told us that we were lucky because they found your body, but they also told us to leave town and never come back. They even took our phone records so we couldn’t contact anyone else to infor