Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts
So, this is my new story, and actually older than the others I've posted. I've had this one on paper for years, but never typed it up. There is detailed torture, as stated in the summary, so if you don't like it, don't read it. I appreciate constructive criticism, but please don't just bash it because it offends you or something.
Enjoy, and as always,please review!
Any normal fourteen year old would cry or scream as they felt the sting of a whip slashing them countless times, but Raven didn't.
Not anymore.
When it first started, he had, but at that time, he simply didn't understand. But now, eight years later, he submitted without a sound. He hardly felt he pain anymore, or the urge to cry.
For a few minutes after his father left, Raven stared at the ceiling of the basement with lifeless golden eyes. Then he got up and walked to the small, rusty sink in the corner of the room. He carefully rinsed off the dirt and blood from his injuries, and wrapped bandages where he could reach.
It had started when he was six. At first, he was scared, and confused as to what he did wrong. He didn't know why his father had started punishing him everyday. But now, Raven knew he deserved it. He deserved every beating , every broken bone, and every ounce of pain his father gave him.
He was a murderer. He had killed his own mother, of all people. If Raven hadn't been born, she wouldn't have died. Then his father wouldn't be so sad and angry. That's why Raven knew he had to atone for the sin of his very existence, but not by dying. He needed to be punished until he hd compensated for his crime.
Only then could he die.