Prologue
I was strapped down in "the punishment chair" like she always was when mom Blamed her for not being pretty enough to attract the men she captured. This one didn't work out. Neither did any of the other men. They never did. But who could blame them. I didn't. I would be terrified too if I woke was drugged and woke up in a strange place with some stranger in a candle lit basement and romantic music playing. I would be too... if i weren't so used to it. I heard loud, angry footsteps coming down the stairs. Oh boy, I really did it now.
"Ally May!" mom stood right in front of me , arms crossed, "How could you be so stupid?!" Mom wackes me across the face with a switch. It stings, as always. She wackes me again, This time it makes black dots appear in my vision. I wait to speak,Knowing that speaking now would make the beating a longer process, or even giving her an excuse to use sharper and harder objects.
"What am I going to do with you? I knew i should have dropped you into the river when you were younger."
As if she didn't try to kill me before. She "accidentally" dropped her blow dryer in my bath water every time she gave me a bath. She still tried to this day.
" This is your last chance young lady. If we can't find a willing man to marry you, I'll have to do away with you."
She flipped my chair my chair over and my skull smacked against the pavement. My vision cleared enough to realize I was face to face with the last eligible bachelor my mom picked, laying in his puddle of blood. His eyes were so pretty, even though they were frozen in a terrorized expression. Poor guy, I didn't even know his name. Mom must have gotten over anxious and killed him before we even met.
Taking a risk I ask calmly, "Hey mom? Can you let me go now? I have to get ready for class."
Mom snaps out of her anger and has a wide grin on her face.
"Why of course sweetie. Don't want to be late to your criminology class!"
She untied me and I stood up, walking up the stairs with blood drenched clothes.