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"MINDLESS WORDS!" GWENDOLYN YELLED AND BEGAN TO UNTIE the back of Donna's corset. "Hah, look at this smooth back, it's so wrong. We can't let her die in three days with such as spotless back like this, can we, my love?" Her stepmother sulked shamelessly in the sluttiest way possible.

"Absolutely not!" He chuckled and for the first time, Donna realized she had taken her psychotic tendencies from her father and not from her mother as she first thought. The men were totally insane. "Here, sweetheart," Donna's eyes widened when she saw the thick whip her father was handing to her sister.

And the smile she saw in her sister made her stomach turn and roll aggressively. What is wrong with them? Can't they be satisfied with the fact that I'll be dying in three damn days? Do they really need to make one of my last days so horrible like this? Lewis, Raye, and Grover will be worried if I'm not there by 8 pm. "What do you think you are… fuck!" She screamed when her sister hit the whip in her back so strong that she was sure it almost cut her skin open.

"Yes," Clarice-Ysabella breathed satisfied as she her sister's painful scream. "Make that sound again!" Then she hit the whip on Donna's naked back once. Twice. Thrice. And she screamed until the fifth time, when she did her best to bite her lips until they were bleeding, refusing on giving them the satisfaction of hearing her painful cries. "Scream! Fucking piece of shit. You dirty slut. Scream. Scream. Scream! Why don't you fucking scream? Scream for me, Corvina!" But didn't stop.

The psycho kept her hitting her. Tearing her skin.

When she hit her the 20th time, Gregory-Alexander took the whip. Using his Water magic, he washed all his older sister's blood from it, then he leaned down and stared at her teary eyes and bloody lips, "You have a strong mind, sister, I'll give you that. Let me see how long you can hold it without making a sound, shall we?" And when his twin tried to complain, he shut her up, "You've had enough. 20 times per each. That will be 60 hits."

"Your brother is right, Ysabella," their father spoke. "More than 60 can kill even the strongest of the warriors. If we kill her when she's already set to die by the Devil's hands, he might come for us. And believe me, you don't want him to do that. I barely escaped last time. If that slut hadn't stricken the deal with him, I would probably be dead by now!"

Mom… saved him? Why? W-why? Did he… did he treat her like this when she was alive? W-was she the victim the w-whole time? "I'll kill. I'll fucking kill you. I'll kill all of you. I swear I'll kill you," she whispered loud enough for them to hear.

"If you still can speak, you can count. Count with me to 20, sister, can you do that? If you don't count, I won't know how many times I hit you, and you might die. You must stay alive for you to be able to possibly kill us, no? So, count with me!" Her brother warned right next to her right ear. "If you don't, I'll cut the pointy side of your ears to make sure you hear me better, little abomination!"

I won't. I won't say a fucking word. "Hit me. Hit me as much as you want. I won't fucking count. No matter how much you cut me open. You can kill for all I care. Yes. Kill me, let's see if the Devil will like that," she growled, feeling her back open, all the skin there was now gone, her flesh was bare and bleeding, and the pungent scent of her blood made her nose almost bleed.

"Hit her, Greg. She's playing mind games. Hit this slut or I'll do it!" Clarice-Ysabella yelled excitedly.

They are all psychopaths. A bunch of psychopaths! Donna growled to herself. Feeling her throat burn, making it hard for her to speak.

And Gregory-Alexander did it. He hit her one time. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. "Count it." Eight. "You better start counting, Corvina." Nine. "Say it." Ten. "Say it, slut!" Eleven. "Count it!" Twelve. "I swear to Gods if you don't start counting right now, I'll kill all of your little friends from that damned village, Corvina." Thirteen. "So, start fucking counting!"

She swallowed her pride, "One," she breathed as he hit her once again, her voice too weak to get any louder.

"I can't hear you!" He hit her one more time, the another. "Begin counting, Corvina. Louder!"

The whip hit her open flesh again, "One," she yelled.

"That's how you do it," then he kept hitting her.

"Two… three… four…" she yelled, feeling hard to even breath as she did her best to scream as loud as she could. "Seventeen… eighteen… n-nineteen… t-t-twenty!" She said as tears rolled down her eyes, and she felt more humiliated than ever in all her almost 21 years.

She could smell their pleasure at causing her pain. Fucking sadists. They are all sadists. Donna cried to herself. I need to get out of here. How long has it been? They have been taking too long between each hit, had it been more than two hours?

"My turn, my turn, my turn," Gwendolyn exclaimed jumping in sadistic excitement. "But clean that disgusting demonic blood from the whip first. I'll only touch the blood I spilled. Wash that shit. I'm a noble Lady, I have class!" Is that her being noble? Hah, this crazy bitch. She can shove that whip up on her ass for all I care.

Clarice-Ysabella giggled like a hyena, "Was it using that nobility of yours that you murdered the slut, mommy?"

"She didn't deserve my nobility," Gwendolyn yelled.

"Just as her daughter doesn't, so why are you trying to be noble now, mom," Gregory-Alexander mocked, as he handled the whip to his mom and Donna froze.

What did they just say? "You… you… you killed my mom. Y-y-you fucking slut. You fucking killed my mom!"

"How do you still have so much energy?" Mocking her, Gwendolyn stepped closer and took one of her daggers from one of her pockets, "Yes, I killed that slut who gave birth to you," she grinned viciously. "So what? You hate her, don't you? Shouldn't you be thankful to me? She sold you to the Devil, didn't she? Why are you so ungrateful, little witch?" She held Donna's ear and caressed the blade of her own dagger on it, spreading goosebumps down her wounded body.

"D-don't you f-fucking dare!"

The Marchioness face darkened at the sight of the girl who even in such a situation refused to let them tame her, "Whipping isn't enough to teach her a lesson. Look at how arrogantly she still holds herself. Shall we cut her ears? Maybe cut her beloved hair in half and take all the white away? What about her demonic eyes? We can blind her. Or better yet, Greg can take her virginity, no? She can't die a virgin, can she?"

For the first time in her entire life, Donna felt scared. She felt more scared by them than the Devil ever did.

"Can I?" Gregory-Alexander asked, and he sounded disgustingly excited with that, taking off his belt as if he was ready to take off his trousers.

Donna stayed dead silent. Too scared to say shit. Too scared to even threaten them. But more than scared, she was angry. Donna was so fucking furious that she was sure that if they took the bracelet from her wrist, she would totally explode them all alive. And Gwendolyn seemed beyond amused as she stared right at her face.

"Look at her. Isn't that fear in her eyes?" She grinned and held the pointy side of her right ear in her hand. "Yes. This will be satisfying. Let's start with these demonic ears of hers," and as when she began cutting the sensible skin of Donna's ear, she finally let out an excruciating scream, and she stared at the ground terrified as she saw part of her ear on the ground.

No… no. No. No. No… please no. Please, stop!

"Yes!" Clarice-Ysabella exclaimed excitedly. "Do it on the other one now, mommy!"

Her mother seemed glad to do as her daughter asked, and she walked to the other side of Donna's head, "Let's see how beautifully you'll scream now, shall we, demon's slut?" And she proceeded to cut her other ear very slowly.

Donna cried loudly, "P-p-please… stop…" she cried.

And Gwendolyn almost stepped away startled by her words. After all, that kid had never said Please to her. She was always arrogant and full of herself. Looking down on her every-single-time. "Look at that," she giggled wickedly, and her eyes widened, "she knows how to say please!"

"Her hair, mom. Cut her hair. She takes too much proud on that wild shit. Cut it," Gregory-Alexander yelled with his trousers down, only with his underwear one, getting ready for what he would do later.

Donna felt Gwendolyn's hand in her hair, bringing it over her back, tainting all the white red with her blood, and she held it all in a hard grip, "What a horrible hair to be prideful off. Untamed monstrosity. You will never have a smooth hair like your sister's," and as she cut her hair way above her waist, Donna cried as she felt every string being cut off in a uneven pace.

As her stepmother threw her hair on the ground, she saw all of her precious hair, that she took a long time to love and accept, tainted in blood and with small pieces of her flesh on it. No… she cried. And that was it. She couldn't hold it anymore.