Board Thread:Administration/@comment-25428589-20151006191620/@comment-27071009-20151012191408

I stood amist the rubble of my house. My body moved against my will stalking closely behind the child who was walking down this deserted street. I pulled the knife from my hoodie i heard the voice of my master telling me no. I turned away and crept back to my latest victim. My father lay in the rubble pinned beneth the bed and bookshelf dead. I smiled knowing that his abuse was over, that no man could make me feel weak or afraid again. my master beconed me signaling that it was time to leave this hell of mine. i turned to him to be greeted with my sisters smileing face. i smiled back, we knew what would come next we would be hunted for the murder of our abusive familly. We didnt care we had our master... or so we thought as our heads toppled from our shoulders