Cynthia Dion:
I writhed and let out agonized screams, drowned by my own tears and sobs.
"Tell me, or I'll harm your sister," I began to weep, but when he threatened, I ceased. Mentioning her in this situation wasn't fair to her. It wasn't her fault. I couldn't allow it.
"This blood comes from my bite mark on the back," I hurriedly clarified, regaining composure. Just as he raised his hand to strike me once more, I cried out in fear, "I swear!"
Seeing that he paused his hand in midair, I decided to complete the sentence. "I was trying to clean it and accidentally stained the bed." I turned around promptly and lifted my sweater. Luckily, I still had an old sweatshirt on underneath, marked with blood stains.
As I finally reached for the gauze and unwrapped it, the blood began to flow on
