I woke up, bandages on my now crusty side. My arms were behind my back. My finger that had been stabbed was now stitched by the openings and I was only in underwear. It was dark in the room I was in. There as a candle though, maybe about seven feet away from me. It was humiliating, I had been kidnapped and almost killed. Just when I had finished that thought, the same man from before walked in the room, an even fresher scar his mouth than before and those same cut off eyelids. it was horrifying to see but by now I had already seen everything. This time the guy had no knife or any weapon that was visible. I cocked my head to the side, a little confused but completely numb, and ready for anything to happen. He smiled, making the scar more creepy and looked at me. The guy punched me in the stomach, hard. I coughed and gasped in pain. This seemed to make him happy, making him do it again and again in different places. After a while he seemed to get bored, making him stop and look at me. 

   "Do I scare you kid? Make you nervous or fearful?"  The guy shifted his feet, standing a little straighter now, with his hands in his pockets. I looked at him and nodded off slightly from blood loss. He seemed to get annoyed but still kept his thoughts and or actions to himself. I was getting weaker and weaker but I answered.    "No, I'm not scared, anymore. You made me numb and broken already..whoever you are." These words seemed to agitate the guy more. He smirked and punched me, hard. I coughed again but thankfully was able to get used to the pain somewhat. He was still angry, looking to get more so by the minute. He kicked me this time and cut my arm. I started crying silently in pain not able to take it again. I passed out once again, angry at my self but not strong enough to think about it.