I don't know how long it has been since Mr.Edwards stopped playing " nice " or at least his idea of nice. All I know is that some how he has made this worse than it already was. He usually rapes me twice a day now, sometimes more but I've stopped talking, I've stopped yelling, after all I'm just wasting my breath if I do.

Mr.Edwards has tried to get me to talk but each time I refuse, usually ending in me getting slapped or punched. I haven't seen Whitney in forever but I still see Lacey every day, not that I want to.

I wake up and see that Mr.Edwards is sitting on the bed starring at me, I look at the window and see the sun is brightly shining, it must be Saturday if he's not at work. Great.

" Good morning. "

He says smiling and I look at the side table on his side and see a knife, I look at him skeptically and he seems to notice why.

" Ah, I see you have noticed my knife. Well I went by a tattoo shop the other day and saw a couple with tattoos of each other's names on each other, of course I got one with your name but obviously you can't go there and I can't do tattoos. "

I furrow my eyebrows together. Where is he going with this?

" So I figured I could make it a scar, don't worry I won't let you bleed to much and I'm just going to cut deep enough so that it remains a scar. "

My eyes go wide and I shake my head vigorously.

" It's not like I want to hurt you baby, I just want to mark you as mine. "

He coos but I continue shaking my head, even if I die here I don't want to see his name in the mirror every time I take a shower. He goes to get something and instead of getting a cloth like you would suspect he gets his underwear and shoves them in my mouth so that my screams will be muffled and I can bite down on something.

" I would use a cloth but this is much hotter. "

He smirks, causing me to glare. He takes the knife in his hand and begins slowly carving his name into my stomach as I scream louder than I've ever screamed before. He's already done so much, couldn't he just not do this? If he didn't cut so slowly it might not even hurt as much.

Suddenly it starts burning, causing the pain to intensify.

" I read online if you add rubbing alcohol onto a cut it scars, don't worry only ten letters to go baby. "

He tells me as I squeeze my eyes shut. He could just do his last or first name but of course he does his first AND last.