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“Where’s our little Peter at, huh?” Hissed the graveled voice. Peter had hidden himself in the smallest, darkest corner he could find and hoped that he wouldn’t be found. His heart pounding hard in his chest, his skinny body shaking terribly. No matter what he did, the shaking remained. His icy blue eyes watching the tiny opening that allowed him to watch for the towering dark shadow. For a moment he looked down, just to still his breath. His ears perked for any sound.
Creak. The shadow was over his face,
“There you are.” Daddy’s hand reached into his hiding spot and animal like fear over took his brain. He buried his teeth in Daddy’s forearm. There was a scream,
“YOU BITCH!” Peter sat where Daddy dropped him, stunned. Daddy’s blood is in his mouth, dripping from his lips down to his chin. He slowly raised his fingers to his red stained lips and stared at it was it coated his fingers. This “God” can bleed? His hesitation costs him dearly as Daddy wrapped his hands around his neck, slamming him into the wall. All he could hope for was that this would end quickly.