*** Smith Bridget P.O.V ***

“Since you don’t want to say a word, I will just have to give you new ones. Fresh scars starting from here,” He said and held my chin upwards before designing a part of my face with the blade.

He tore the flesh just below my eyes. He continued smiling happily as I cried out in pain. This agonizing pain. He proceeded to design other parts of my body with the blade-like he had promised.

My whole body was already bloodied but he didn’t stop. I have run out of energy to scream. The tears just rushed down silently instead. He doesn’t even look anywhere...