Looking up at her freckled face, you turn around and start to run until you reached the side of her bed.
"Hey, come back here!"
You slide down the covers and onto the floor, unharmed. As you start to make your way past her bed and out of her room, you are suddenly grabbed off of the floor. She looks into your eyes, a frown where a smile once stood is now on her face.
"You try to run away like that again and you won't like the next thing I do to you! In fact, you might not even survive it. Do you think being smashed inside my slipper is bad? How about I smash you underneath the soles of one of my dress shoes?"
A loud gulp escapes your throat and all of the colors drain from your face after that statement. You have no choice now so you nod at her in defeat.
"That's better. Now I want you to understand a few things. First of which is my name is Abigail, but you can call me Abby. Next, you belong to me now and I will do with you what I choose! If you try to run away from me, I will put you out faster than a lit cigarette. What I tell you to do, you do it, and where I tell you to go you go there. In short, you have no rights! Nod if you understand me!"
You look into her hazel-colored eyes and see that she is serious. If you stayed with her, you knew that your life would be harder than a recruit at a military boot camp. However, if you tried to run again, then it most likely would be game over.
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