In another room, an older boy was tied, his age that of a late teen.

Although a glance told of very different treatment than his neighbor.

This boy had long, bloody cuts down his arms, just deep enough to bleed and burn, but not enough to be really dangerous.

His ribs was broken, every breath hurting as he felt the bones poke into his lungs.

He heard footsteps enter the room, and tears stared falling in large streams again.

A hand slapped his face, twisting it sideways amd making his ears ring and his vision tilt dangerously.

"You hurt her," the strange woman said. He didn't know who she was, but both his mom and little sister had known her.

"You broke her perfect little world."

He didn't talk, couldn't really, but after the first time he tried, he kept his mouth shut.

The first time he cried for his mom, begging the woman to let him go, most of his front teeth was crushed into splinters by some particularly huge pliers.

"I had everything planned, talked to the teachers, watched the students. They were perfect for her, ready to keep her as pure as she was."

Another slap stung his cheek, and he realised the woman had a ring on, and that it had cut him, drawing blood.

"Then you came, and told her she wasn't good enough."

A few seconds passed, before suddenly, the woman pushes a knife into his stomach. He caughed hard, and if the lightning was better, he would have seen the blood spraying out his mouth.

"And for that act -" the woman grabbed his face. "- You are going to die."

Grabbing the knife hilt, she pulled it out of him, making him scream in protest.

The woman gave him one last look, and walked out the room, a last remark floating down the hallway.

"I'll see you in hell, Adam."