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A/N I apologise for not updating. This story is pretty half-assed and short and stupid. I thank all my reviewers and supporters.
Raven POV
I woke up tied to a tree. I did not notice a figure next to me as I struggled to be free. He grabbed his knife and cut a slit in my face. Sam untied the ropes and I tried to run but he was to fast and caught me by the wrist and threw me to the ground.
"Good slaves like you shouldn't run away. You will be my pet from now on." He sneered. I spat in his face as I got up. Who did this witch (the other word that rhymes with 'witch') think he was? This apparently angered him. He kicked me down again. He punched and kicked and called me things so bad Santa would've washed his mouth with reindeer shampoo. I couldn't, wouldn't take it. I mustered all my strength to push him off of me. I grabbed his knife and cut his face. I laughed, tables turned. I kicked his chest and he fell to the ground. I plunged the knife deep into his side. Something about the action felt strange, it felt nice, to see blood oozing out his side. I stabbed him again. It was beginning to be fun. Stab. Stab. Stab. I watched as his screams turned into gurgles, and the gurgles turning into silence. I stopped. As I looked up, I saw a silver-haired boy staring at me with wide eyes.
A/N I strongly regret to say that this is the second last chapter before the end. I will miss your reviews. Please review and stuff. just tell me if you want me to put up a sequel. :)