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Vii walked into the kitchen where its mother was standing beside its father. She was covered in bruises, scratches and was on the edge of tears. Her hands were tied behind her back and her legs were tied to the cabinet handles.

"This is what happens to people who FIGHT." It's father slapped her roughly.

"M-mommy..?" It cried silently.

"I wish your mother was d..d. And I wish YOU were never f**king born." He paused, and pulled out a knife. "You know what? I can make one of these things come true.."

"N-no!" She cried out, struggling to get out of the ropes.

He stabbed its mother multiple times. "Let this be a lesson to you, little bitch."

It just stared, crying.

It had been locked in the basement for a month now. It had been r.p.d by it's father constantly and f.d once a week with limited water.

It was also hit, choked and nearly drowned. It was in so much pain and just wanted out and to be happy for once in its life.