Kyla and her sister were “raised” by their father Griid Brote, abusive manipulative drunkard, who would Subject there mother Dylia to hours of isolation, and torment. the two girls were locked within a separate room all gagged and bound. Al the while they heard Griid forcefully bear down upon her. And her mothers muffled protests persisted.338Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCwtYi9feTq

Overtime Kyla had grown accustom to the sound It was until She saw the marks would be appear across her mothers body. The urge to stoke out her fathers’ life the very thought she had kept in the far reaches of her thoughts become clear and focused. She had a plan. And remained quiet , waiting for the day to end.

The next night, it was like the normal routine, Griid bound the girls and drunkenly entered the darkened hallway. Kyla heard a click as the metal bar of the latch was shifted, locking the door behind him. Other than that but not a sound had come from the adjacent room. Everything was quiet, This worried her. Was Dylia even alive. Kyla certainly hoped so. She was starving, her mouth watered uncontrollably and her desire to eat became unbearable. She needed to be free. Before she and her sister were bound, she managed to hide a knife somewhere uncomfortable. With her hands tied behind her back, Kyla found it was relatively easy to adjust herself in order to to find the blade, once she had a hold of it She carefully tried to slide it out. Its handle moving around causes a brief feeling of ecstasy to wash over her.

In that moment her hand slipped, the blad slide across her palm, and she moaned as it cut into her , once she found it again , she gripping the blade tighter, ignoring the fact that it was cutting deeper into her skin as she did so. She heard her sisters muffled wimpers, through the cloth that her, bearly audible As long as her sister and mother were safe, she would make sure it was her father's last time he would ever see the lights of day.