Consequences of escaping

Pain all over, is it from her body that's been dragged on the ground? Is it from her hair been pulled? Or is it from her leg that got cut by a branch? Genevieve couldn't tell but she felt her scalp has gone numb, her hair was being pulled sharply by a pair of wrinkled hands, and not easy but like Clair wanted her dead through this pulling, Genevieve couldn't help herself from muttering even tho didn't want to say anything to the woman.

"PLEASE, LET'S ME WALK WITH MY LEGS" Her voice sounded like it's not hers, it was hoarse.

She's been saying that since Clair started dragging her, and everytime Clair gives her the, "SHUT UP, before I do what you won't like"

But Genevieve couldn't help it, she kept begging and begging, the seven year old girl felt helpless and the only thing she could do was shout and beg on and on, like it was getting too much, Clair pulled her forward and raised Genevieve head to meet her eye a little, while not loosing her grip on Evie's hair.

The girl's face was filled with snorts and tears, some snorts getting in her mouth already, Clair raised her other hand and slapped Genevieve hard on her cheek, the little Evie burst into another fit of tears.

"Keep crying and we'll do this all the way home, I told you not to try this with me didn't I!" She bellowed angrily.

She lowered Genevieve on the ground and kept dragging her, Evie could only cry silently, she knew what happens when a tiny sound leaves her mouth, several hours of dragging, she again feel tired, she knew Clair was doing this intentionally, Clair's house was quite far from the man's, and she dragged Evie all the way from there to this place when she could have used another means to get to the house.

Genevieve raised her tiny little head and peered at Clair, she was expecting the woman to have a bit of sweats on her but was rather met with a determined face, she doesn't look like she was stressing one bit and now she have to be one who suffers.

Clair kept on dragging Her, Evie's body full of cuts, her hands and her legs most especially, her legs was too much to see, the ground was dry, it was Summer and the branches on the ground dug deep into her legs, and her hands were full of mini stone marks, her body felt hot, the summer sun wasn't helping on bit, the only thing she could do was brace her hand on the ground until they got home.

Several hours later, they arrived at the front door of Clair's house, opening the door Clair didn't even say anything nor release Genevieve, she kept dragging her until they reached a room next to the basement, she never noticed it, but now she does, Clair unlocked it and pulled Evie in, then threw her harshly onto the floor, she gasped for breath, and sigh in relief for the release of her hair, she looked at her surroundings and was met with two wood like poles connected by ropes, and a whip, one thick and one thin, the room looks small and like a torture room, Genevieve already had a bad feeling about this.

She couldn't help calling out to Clair, but the woman seems to be in her own world with the tools she's arranging on the table at the front of the wooden pole.

Genevieve didn't know what she did wrong, she was just a girl who wanted to celebrate her seventh birthday with her family, was that too much to ask for? She was just a girl forced to live with Clair and eat her so called meats while not knowing what she ever did wrong to her, she swear she haven't even seen Clair before in her entire seven years of life. Why is Clair set on torturing a seven year old girl? Why's Clair set on making her life unbearable? Why's Clair set on making this rules and why does she have to be kept in he basement. All this went through her head and she knows she won't get an answer even when she leaves this Earth.

Clair seems to be done with her arrangements, cause she came close to Genevieve in the next second, and picked the frail little girl up, dragged her to the pole and tied her up, Genevieve was hanging there, her hands tied to both ends of the wooden pole.

"I love you so much Stephanie, but you must always respect and obey mummy, okay, this is just a reminder hm, and do well to obey mummy" Clair said before picking the whip, and didn't even pick the smaller one, she went for the big.

She was doing it again, calling her Stephanie, she does that whenever she's upset with Genevieve, she mistakes the names, and is always clouded by her anger and some kind of things related to Stephanie and mix the two kids together, but Genevieve doesn't know who Stephanie is, and she had to bear the pain of whatever or whoever the Stephanie is.

Genevieve thought she already made up her mind, that she won't even feel anything anymore since she's been through it lately, but once the whip was lashed at her, an ear piercing scream rang out, she couldn't believe she was making that sound, but that was the least of her worries, the pain, the pain, the pain, the PAIN she really felt in her back, before she know tears have begin pulling down eyes, she was shrieking like crazy, but same with her Clair was clouded with the punishment and doesn't seem to hear Genevieve at all, while Genevieve was clouded by her own pain and didn't even know when the rest came crashing down on her, she was just howling from her pain, she couldn't stop screaming, she felt like her back was so burning, something a seven year should have never been through, she has.

Having had her fill of whipping she went to the table, and picked up a bolt cutter, she faced the little girl drenched in her own sweats, blood dripping from her back, her white creepy dress filled with blood, and her mouth was covered,she felt nauseous and knew if she was to open her mouth she'll cough up blood, she tried to hold back, but having no chance she hacked out a lot of blood from her mouth, while coughing intensely.

Clair didn't mind and stood in front of Evie, while she made her raise her head she also took her left hand and showed it to her, Genevieve didn't understand why Clair was showing her, her own fingers, but she soon understood when Clair brought out the bolt cutter and placed it at the pinky of Genevieve left hand.

"No no no no no no no, please, mommy please" Genevieve pleaded while adding the word she herself dread the most.

"Don't worry honey, it's just to teach you a lesson, it won't hurt that much okay" Clair shushed.

Not knowing what to make of that, Clair didn't even wait for her to catch her breath before cutting her pinky with the bolt cutter.

Genevieve couldn't even make out her own voice anymore, but she was wailing, shouting at the top of her lungs, her finger, her pinky finger, was cut off on a crime she couldn't fathom.