Silas's POV

I am not sure what it was that woke me up, but I woke up in the early hours unable to go back to sleep.

I dragged myself out of bed to go get some water, but a noise distracted me. I followed it into the gym.

Carelessly, I pushed the door open thinking it as Nathan again. Nathan occasionally had nightmares and used working out as a way to get over them.

It wasn't Nathan, though.

It was Sang.

But she looked... Different. Her face was blank and she moved like a robot.

... Like she was sleep walking.

She was wearing an orange tank top and a pair of shorts that fell past her knees. Lucky Gabriel got her in his clothes.

I darted back upstairs and shook Kota awake saying, "Come downstairs. It's Sang."

Instantly, he threw the covers off and raced downstairs. I followed him and directed him to the gym.

"Holy ****," Kota said startling me.

Kota rarely swears, but I can understand why he did...

Sang wasn't just exercising.

At the moment she was bench pressing all the weights in the gym without shaking, slowing, or even sweating. Some, I would have been surprised to see her lift on their own, they were that heavy.

I am the strongest and largest guy in our group of mafia members. I'm not sure that I would be able to lift that much weight. Especially not as flawlessly and quickly as Aggele mou was or for how long she was.

Kota ordered, "Go wake everyone up starting with Sean, Mr.B, and Axel. go!"

I raced up the stairs and threw everyone's lights on as I went.

"Get up!" I yelled as I raced to Sean's room.

I flung the door open and shouted, "Sean! Sang needs you downstairs! Go!"

Lifting those weights couldn't possibly be safe or healthy for Aggele mou.

I looked back into the hallway to see the grumpy and tired team stumble out of their respective rooms.

"Sang is down in the gym! Go!" I shouted.

They all snapped to attention at the mention of Sang's na!e and ran to the gym.

I checked to make sure all the rooms were empty before heading down myself.

They were crowded around the door and Sean, seeing me spoke quickly, "Waking a sleep walked is dangerous, but necessary in this case. We need to spread out, away from her, and make a racket to try and wake her up. Do not get close to her. At all. Sleep walkers are known to attack people."

We exchanged nervous looks.

From what we had seen, Sang could do the impossible. Including taking down a large mafia team in her sleep. Literally, in her sleep.

I raced to the kitchen and grabbed a metal pot and bamboo spoon.

Not to whack her with!

I sprinted back and started banging on it, following Sean's lead. Sang slowed and set her weight down.

Yes!

Then Sang goes over to the treadmill.

The speed is set as high as it will go, but Sang doesn't seem to be affected by the speed. It was ask if she was going at a slow jog, except Sang was moving at a crazy speed.

We continue to raise a racket, but it doesn't seem to be having an affect.

"Wait! Stop it!" I yell as an idea forms in my head.

Once there is silence once more, I wait before letting out a huge bang and it seems to startle her.

She walked over to me curiously and the guys make noise to draw her away from me.

She sat down on a bench and straightened so she had a perfect posture.

Somehow, this causes her to wake up.

"What's going on? What are you doing?" Sang asked confused and sleepily. Aggele mou's voice was thick with sleep and sent a small shiver down my spine.

Pug carefully came near.

"You were sleep walking, Pumpkin. Well, sleep exercising."

Understanding dawns on Sang's face.

"Oh. I am sorry. I thought I was quiet enough. I didn't mean to wake you all up. I am sorry," Sang apologized.

"Sorry?!" North Star shouted. "Sang Baby, you were lifting all the weights in the room! How was that safe?!"

Sang rolled her eyes and said in a duh tone, "Cuz I am strong enough. Might not be safe for you wimps, but it is safe for me."

Wimps?

Did she just call the most feared mafia team a bunch of wimps?

I look at my brothers to see that they are as bewildered and amused as I am.

Aggele mou certainly is something.

Our something.

***

Sang's POV

"Star! Sarah! I thought that you guys were quiet enough, when escaping from Victor's fluffy cloud!" I accuse.

"We were! They must have woken up on their own. It was probably one who stumbled across us, freaked put, and went crying to the others who woke us up," Sarah explains.I

I sigh.

"I guess I have to tell them the truth about this too."

Star and Sarah reluctantly agree, realizing that it was sorta their fault.

"Alright, people! Listen up! This is the only explanation you are going to get," I warn. "Exercising in my sleep causes me to be tired. When I get exhausted enough, I do not dream. I do not like to dream for certain reasons. If the reasons become relevant to you, then I will explain further. Now, goodnight."

I turn on my heel and return to bed before they can question me further or try to lecture me.

I throw myself on Victor's cloud. He claims it is a bed, but I know better.

After all, I am part cloud.

I deal back asleep instantly, but this time I dream.

***

"It's time for your cleansing," Master declares.

I whimper a little.

I don't like the purge day.

Master hears me and says, "If you would just stop giving yourself out, then this would stop. But, then again, a tiger can't change its stripes and a ***** can't change her evil ways."

She laughs loudly.

It isn't a gentle laugh. It is a condescending cackle that makes me tremble.

"Put your bag on," Master orders and throws the waterproof bag at me.

I pull it on over my head.

I hate this.

She pulls me by my ear with an iron grip and tossed me into the shower.

Using a thin cord, Master ties me to up, pulling the rope tight. There are large nails hammered into each corner of the shower where there is wall instead of tile. The cord has me stretched out and is tied to my wrists and ankles.

Master turns on the water as hot as possible and brings a gallon of bleach. I can't see, but I know because she always does and I can smell it. I wasn't always allowed to wear the bag.

However, recently, Father has decided that he likes to look at me and that I look even uglier with bleached hair.

The water burns my skin and the heat and smell makes me sick, but I know it will get worse.

"You disgusting *****! Do you know how much I hate you!" Master screams.

She talks funny, doesn't she?

I giggle to myself, but Master hears me.

"You think it's funny?!" She pulls out the scissors she used to cut the cord and plunges them into my stomach.

She leaves them there, thank goodness, often times she rips them (them being whatever is stabbed into me) out causing more damage. Sometimes she purposely twists them before yanking them out.

The pain kicks my senses into overdrive and I smell where three ants had walked across the bathtub.

There is sloshing and I smell ammonia. She dumps that on me and it mixes with the bleach. The smell will knock me out shortly, but I won't die because the shower washes the chemicals away before that.

The cleaning supplies get into my new sore and sure does make me feel like I am dying, though.

The literally toxic smell, burning water, and sore get the best of me and darkness takes over.

I eventually wake up and Marie is laughing at me.

"Oh! Look at the little baby! You think you are all that?! Grow up, *****!" Marie yells.

It kinda bugs me that she calls me a baby. After all, she is only a year older than me.

She spits on me and swaggers to her room.

I wipe the spot off my face, disgusted.

I stand and dry my clothes and myself off with a towel, ignoring the bleeding sore in my side for a second.

Sarah helps me pull the scissors out properly and bandage my stomach.

We wouldn't me to bleed out or spill my guts.

We stumble into the kitchen where Master is eating.

She smiles when she sees us and grab a knife from off the counter.

Master approaches with the carving knife.

"*****, shall we continue with our art?" Master purrs with a twisted cross between a sneer and a smile.

I nod happily.

I love our artwork.

Master pays attention to me and takes her time. I love it when she spends time with me. The pain sharpens my senses and instincts.

Master shoves me to the ground and ties me to a stool. She cuts the back of my damp clothes off.

I gasp as she plunges the knife into my back and drags it around in swirling motions, letting me know that she is drawing more vines.

I grin at the pain.

I can feel my warm blood trailing down my back and dripping onto the floor.

I make a note of that. I will need to scrub the carpet there when she is done.

Master finishes up and says, "You are a disgusting excuse of a child. When Marie was your age, she was much better. You are the worst eight year old in the world!"

I beam at her.

She remembered know old I am!

Master snarls at me before retreating to the kitchen to slam through the cabinets for her medicine.

***

The dream slowly faded away to nothing and I woke up to a symphony of screams, sobs, and cries for help.