After walking around the cell I sat down again on the old mattress that was on the floor.

One question pops into my head.

Will they find me?

But that thinking was interrupted by the squeaky opening of the cell door.

They were joined by two people I see for the first time and...a annoying man and dad.

The two were carrying a chair, apparently for torture.

So they're torturing me here...wonderful.

"So I'll be beaten up here...

you just gave me a good welcome home" I said rolling my eyes.

They all looked at each other, so Dad told the two of them to come out,

but before that they put me in a chair.

All that's left is a annoying man and dad.

"I've been waiting for years to do this" he said looking at me with a evily smile as he moved to a small table where the knives and everything else were.

He took the knife and slowly began to approach me. He leaned it against my cheek and slowly began to draw lines...

as he looked at me looking for a reaction.

There was no reaction.

He sighed in frustration and nodded to that annoying man, he brought salt and started putting it all over my wound.

I screamed in pain and his laughter filled the cell.