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"Remember! Pets from Origami Pet Shop must always be perfect for their new owners!"
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The screams of pain that emerged from her throat like vomit were silent to his ears.
He kicked her small, abused body in front of the couch and stomped on her calves, turning away to grab a rusted metal pole.
The pole still had both wet and dry blood caked on it, alongside with other bodily fluids.
Her uncle turned back and lifted the pole up before striking her in the side of the head.
Somehow, Grace was still conscious and in pain. She was fully aware of what was going on around her.
She let out a low, inaudible pained sound when she felt a bruising grip pull her into an uncomfortable sitting position.
She felt like her innards were going to burst out of her skin.
The disgusting taste of bitter drugs and the sweat of her uncle's hand entered her mouth forcefully as he force-fed her a variety of illegal substances, this time through the form of powder and pills.
Grace gagged, but didn't make much of an effort to fight back. If anything, she complied with what was happening and accepted her fate.
An overdose would be better than this.
Anything would.
Her tongue scooped the medications off her uncle's palm and forced it down her throat, the bitter taste weak due to how numb she felt.
"Good girl."
His words sounded far away, but Grace felt a small shimmer of euphoria at his praise.
His hand pushed her back onto her stomach and a thick rope was tied around her ankles, keeping them together.
Grace's eyes widened when she saw what her uncle was holding.
A meat cleaver.
He lined the blade over the fleshiest part of her calves.