*Kate POV*
Once my parents and I pulled up to the house, my father grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the open door the driver was holding open. "Please, I didn't do anything-" I started to say but was interrupted when I felt the sharp sting on my cheek from my father backhanding me. "Do not speak another word. Your punishment is already waiting downstairs," he says with an excited time.
After he dragged me through the house as I tried to struggle out of his grasp we made it to the one room I hated more than life itself. It was a dark and cold room where they would torture me with no mercy. The few times I was taken down here I had made sure that I never had to come again. The things they did in there I will never speak of again.
My mother opens the door for my father and he pushes
