I can't take it anymore.
It's killing me.
I can't breathe.
I... Can't
Brea....
"You awake, little sister. I was so scared you just fainted like that."
I hate it. He is smiling.
"You should eat something. You must be tired."
Don't touch me. Don't come near me.
"How's the food?"
Disgusting... Filthy...
I hate it.
"I asked how is the food?" he shouted.
"I-I-ts g-oo-od."
"What did you say? Did you say filthy?"
"N-No it's g-good. Thankyou brother."
"Really? I knew it. Though it's stale, you would surely love it. I'll get you something to drink. Wait for me."
Filthy... It's disgusting... It's vulgar... It's vulgar.
"I'm back. Here, have some water. So, how was the experience under the pillow? Could you breathe? Should I push it on your face with more pressure? Did you enjoy..."
"Ken, come down for a minute."
"Yes, mom. We'll continue where we left off next time. Enjoy, little sister."
Little sister! I hate him... Please, someone save me... Please someone... Save me. He's going to kill me.
My body's trembling like a leaf. I'm sweating. I don't feel good. I think I'm gonna pu...