The tears stream down my cheecks and it feels as if they burn to the touch. My face red an bare from their beatings, I can hear the others outside still screaming at them to stop to let me go but...it doesnt happen. My mind goes blank as I feel his hands at my waist, they always said I was too old mentally for my own good. Guess this is the one good time I know enough to bury myself when they start. Soon the agony is ended only for more to begin, his hand wraps around my throat as the big man lifts me up an pins me against the wall. His tongue hanging out and the other Silverman stands his eyes wide after having his way
"Your such a sweet little treat, its almost sad that your use has almost come to an end. But I believe we have a few more days of fun left in you dont we Gene?" he looks at the goon with a smile that almost makes me retch. The goon nods dropping me to the ground and at first begins to unzip but then from the open window above us a brick comes screaming through slamming into the goons head, he staggers before falling hard onto the ground. I take the advantage and grab the brick and slam it down onto his groin, his scream was almost extacy to my ears. The blood pours from his groun as i hear the crunch then a pop, then the Silverman lifts me from the ground with his frail hands. He had an unbelivable amount of strenth "9 years old and you have the balls of a mature woman.....your the best to break." his cane slams against my temple and I fall hard to the ground. I watch as he drags the goon out of the room and loud bang is heard as he pulls him around the corner. His shadow sputters then falls limp and I think to myself One less f@#ko.
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