He’s in the big room where daddy keeps all his papers. Deep down he knows he shouldn’t be there… and if he’s caught he will be in trouble…
The room has big windows and deep purple thick heavy drapes preventing the sun from shining inside… Still there is a tiny little sunray shining at daddy’s big desk. The desk has a pile of papers on one end and lots of pens in bright colors, a big bowl of candy on the top shelf.
He sees the bowl of candy and he can already taste the sweet flavor. He climbs and gets closer to it.
– Oh no!
The door opens. It’s her. Everything goes black. The world’s spins and……
Next…
The little boy is in the kitchen. He can’t move. He and the chair he is sitting in are one. Blood is running from his arms and legs. The rope that holds him and the chair together cuts his skin as he tries to move.
She is making something to eat.
”Good”, the little boy thinks to himself, “I am hungry”
He had refused to eat his lunch before and there was nothing she could do to make him so he was hungry now…
”You have to eat this now, you hear me?” She said with a grin on her face.
”This is what happens when you are bad and refuse to eat your food. Now you will have to pay”
It was hot, very hot. He could feel the sweet taste at first but then nothing… only the pain of the burning heat that was being poured down his throat. He felt like he was choking but she didn’t stop until there was no more soup left.
The little boy passed out from the pain…..
