Hey y'all! #southern accent fail

This chapter will be special. It is from Osana's point of view! *dun dun dunnn!*

MysticSpider - What can I say, I have a gift. And that mental image it one I don't want to have... LOLZ

Warning: Again, torture. And creepy twitching. My friend says I twitch when I write torture...

Osana POV:

Cold. That is all I feel. So, incredibly cold. I can't move. I am tied. I can't see. I don't want to see.

Pain. A stab of pain. I opened my bruised eyes and turned my heavy head. The first wound. It was a memory. A painful one. Nobody knew how much pain I had gone through. But... I liked it.

Each day I awaited my master. It seemed that each day I thought about her more. Each day I awaited the torture. But I liked the torture. I was addicted to it. Like a drug.

I know my wound is infected. I could die from it. The giant hole in my side is getting worse each day. I revived that memory in my head.

Why did I like Taro? I was stupid back then. I am still stupid, and that is why my master teaches me. She teaches me punishment. She teaches me everything.

But I still need treatment. I was still the stupid foolish girl I was before. With master, I could see. I was her slave, she was my master.

I thought about my past life. The one where I was more stupid than ever. I remember Taro... we were friends. How could I? Taro was master's. She always reminded me. I wonder if she knows how much I look up to her?

And I agree that the pigtails were stupid.

I woke up. Another stab of pain. This time sharper. I gasped and clenched my eyes shut. I will not let the tears flow. Master taught me crying was a weakness. A terrible one. Master never cried.

I felt another wave of pain. I felt my chest jerk with the tears I was trying to hold in. What was hurting me?

More pain. Stinging. Sharp. And a cold liquid. I slowly opened my eyes. Master... was putting something on it. I didn't see her come down.

"I need you alive..." She growled to herself. She took some of the liquid on a small towel, and pressed it onto the wound. Hard. I managed not to cry out, but I let out a small squeak. Master took no notice.

"This better work..." I heard her mumble. She was cleaning the wound. She was trying to get the infection out.

"Screw this." Master said. She dumped the whole bottle onto the wound. It stung so much. I bit my tongue so hard it bled. My blood... I knew that taste. Master also taught me the taste of my blood. A valuable lesson. A lesson I wont forget.

I waited until master got up to open my eyes.

"I will be back after school." She said to me.

"Be ready."

She meant to brace myself. I knew what she wanted. It's what she wanted every night. I felt the tears well up as master left. Will I ever get out of this chair? Will I ever be able to serve her properly? I know she thinks low of me. I am just her toy. I want to make her happy. I wish she would just let me up.

Master is back. I heard her enter the house. I felt my heart speed up. I know she is coming. I know what she will do. I almost can't wait.

The basement door opened. Master slowly walks down the stairs. I can hear her breathing. Slow and even. Her footsteps echoed in the small room. I shivered.

I looked up as she appeared at the bottom of the stairway.

"Hello pet." She cooed. That was her name for me. I was her pet.

I saw the glint of her weapon. What was it today?

"Are you ready? I have something special today..." Master showed me the weapon. A... katana.

"Where did you get that..?" I whispered. Master smiled.

"Oh... a, ahem, friend, lent it to me." What did she mean? I looked at master questioningly. She smiled wider, swinging the katana in the air.

"I had a very nice chat with the drama club. Turns out joining that club grants you access to props... that are real. It took a lot of, convincing, to let me take this one home." I felt my eyes widen. She killed someone. Just to get that weapon. A weapon to torture me with.

"Whelp, this might hurt." Master said happily. She stepped forward and slashed the katana across my chest. The pain was unbearable. It was like my chest was set on fire. I screamed out in pain as Ayano laughed.

"I love this new toy!" She smiled cruelly. I was nothing but her pet. Her vudu doll. She was using me. And I want her to. I want to serve her. I want to make her happy. But right now, she is teaching me another lesson.

I felt the tears flow out of my eyes.

"Oh little pet, why cry?" She purred.

"I-it h-hurts!" I choked out. Blood was running down my stomach.

"That's the point!" Master laughed. She walked forward and stabbed it into my thigh. I screamed so hard that hardly any sound came out of my mouth.

"That's a good girl." Master said, slowly pulling the knife out. I started to sob. I deserved this, I deserved this...

I felt a stinging pain on my thigh that master stabbed, and a warm liquid run down my scalp. Blood. My hair was red. With my blood. I remembered the first day.

"I like crimson much better than orange."

I was going to have red hair. Crimson hair. Maroon hair. And I liked it.

I strangely wanted more.

Master took the katana in her bloody hands. She slipped it under my shirt and started to cut the fabric.

"I want to see your bruises." She giggled. The bottom half of my shirt was gone. I looked down. My vision was blurry, but I could see the scabs and bruises. I was broken.

"Perfect." Master stood and slowly drew the tip of the blade along my bruised stomach. It started to draw blood as she pushed a little harder. I felt the tears fall. My stomach was on fire. It was disintegrating. burning away. I let out a small sob as master carved a picture in my stomach. I looked down to see what is was. It was the word... slave. I was her slave.

"Ok, I think I'm done here."

I was her slave.

I was her slave.

I was her slave.

I was forever her slave.

Ok, this one was strange, but what one wasn't?

None of them. They all were strange. All of them.

Oh the joys of being crazy.

- Silver