Tag: tw child abuse x 1

The metal door swung shut and loudly slammed into the door frame. Cole eyed the small bowl of slop her father left for her and gently rubbed the newly added bruises covering her limp frame.

The cellar she was in felt cold and uncomfortable, the floor a rough stone. It was dark and damp and she felt closer to death every passing moment.

It had been like this ever since her mother died, the sight of Cole enraged her father and the result was...horrific.

Thanks to never being fed more than a dog she was sickly thin and had trouble moving. Crawling over to the bowl of less than suitable food; she heard a voice speak to her "Is this how you want to live....like an animal? With your father holding your" A fire was lit then deep inside of...