As he entered the room, I screwed my eyes tightly shut, a dazzling array of colors danced across my eyelids. Rocking myself I whispered prayers to any deity that might listen to fly me from this hell. I could smell his sweat and heat as he languidly leaned over my huddled form. My murmurs grew swiftly, nonsensical words falling from my lips at as rapid a rate as I now was rocking. Merciless fingers dove into my hair, painfully pulling me to my feet. My eyelashes fluttered open, tears protectively springing forth, as I looked into eyes so like my own.

"I will make you worthy of the family name."

The acidic stench of his words burned an oozing trail down my wounded throat. Wrenching my head back into a sharp and painful angle, he exposed the tender flesh of my neck. At a leisurely pace, he lowered his lips into the hollow of my throat, feeling, for a minute, my heartbeat flutter with fear. As if satisfied with my panic, he abruptly slammed my head into the wall once, twice, three times. Bright bursts of white sliced my vision before gradually seeping to blackness as I sank, boneless, to the bloodstained floor.