Winter POV
I'm screaming, at the top of my lungs while thunder crashes down in the distance and the rain pours outside. It helps to muffle the sounds coming from the basement. My father is grinning, enjoying the sounds of my screams while Damien stands in the background. My eyes meet his, pleading for help, but he just looks away.
Slap. My father's hand slaps me directly across the face as I dangle in the cell, my hands chained over my head, my legs dangling uselessly. It hurts, but no more than what he's already put me through already. I feel the sharp stinging pain of the knife as he trails it lightly across my back.
"Should I write something" my father sneers as I try to stifle my sobs and remain quiet. Besides it's not me that he's asking, but Damien who hovers in the background,
