“Deal with it yourselves. Hurry it up, I don’t want
my carpets ruined.”
The door closed, and darkness fell.
“You think you can mess with our boss? You’re
nothing!”
“You think you’re good enough to be our boss’s
girl? She has pure blood, not a piece of trash
like you!”
They started kicking me and then, their eyes fell
on my daughter.
I crawled over to protect her.
But they picked her up and stepped on my
chest, holding me to the ground and yelling out,
“I’ll show you! I’ll kill your daughter, then I’ll kill
you!”
The pain brought my daughter back, and her
eyes were filled with terror as she called for me,
“Mom! Mom!”
Bang! A shard was scraped across her face,
leaving a trail of blood.
My anger was building up, but there was
nothing I could do, and I could only watch as
they tortured my daughter!
I heard a few clicks from the corner, a man was
standing there with a camera.
I heard a woman’s voice coming from the
phone, “Make her suffer! Don’t let her die
easily.”
“Oh, take a few photos to show me! I love
watching someone as high–and–mighty as Sara
getting dragged through the mud.”
I didn’t know who the guy was, but I recognized
that voice, it was in my bones!
It was Amanda, my so–called best friend.
The person I considered my best friend, had
pulled me into this, and wanted to watch me
die!
The man then asked, “What do you want me to
do? I can do anything you want.”
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Amanda giggled, “I want her daughter torn to
pieces, and sent to hell!”
“As for her… she can watch her daughter’s
death!”
The man chuckled, and turned around, taking a
knife and plunging it into my daughter!
Blood poured out, and my daughter was
screaming.
I was bursting with anger, and used all my
remaining strength to push the man to the
ground.
He spat and sent a knife into my eye.
I fell back, as my world was painted red.
My daughter reached out with her hand, trying
to grab me but all she grabbed was air.
“Mommy! Mommy!”
Black smoke started to come out of her head,
and a set of horns were coming out.
It was a sign of demonic power!
The knife was digging into my daughter’s back,
blood was spurting out and pieces of flesh were
hanging off the knife.
The door was broken down, and Ethan’s face
was a mixture of anger and pain, his mouth was
dripping with blood.
His body was being covered with black smoke,
it was terrifying.
