Prologue

Ever since I was born I had nothing, Born in a poor family I was sold off for money never even got to see the faces of my parents.

Years went by and I was about 5 years old sitting in my cage when it first started, I caught the eye of a pervert that liked kids. Later that day I was brought to the home of said pervert and lost even more.

Days past and turn to weeks and weeks turned to months and after about two months he got bored of me and tossed me out, didn't even try to even hide the fact I looked like skin and bones from my stay as a toy.

With nowhere to go, cold and hungry I wander to the Alleys looking for food in trash. I finally found some food and a rusted knife but I left that their. "Ohhh this is good it's better then those dust pebbles uhh what were they called again log food?" "Don't know anyway is their more?"

After a while I found nothing else so I laid down on the ground and curled up close to the building. Next morning I awoke to screaming and thought of going back to sleep as screaming wasn't uncommon back in that house. I soon fell back asleep and after a while I felt a sharp pain on my stomach and immediately woke up with heavy coughs.

"Hey kid I'll a chance to live if you can find a weapon to kill me""But before that what's your name" A man in a black hoodie with long bangs grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look into his eyes, his cold red eyes looked at me with pure ecstasy as if he found a new toy to play with how to experiment on it.

I-Isa-sana, I coughed up the words as fear started to override my systems as I thought, no not yet I was just granted a chance to start over, I started to struggle out of his grasp as he let go of me with a wide grin across his face.

I started running towards the aluminum trash bin with the rusted knife I saw yesterday, pulling off the lid I saw the knife and pulling it out with a smile on my face thinking I could do this I saw the cold hard truth a handle with a with a broken blade, I heard laughter behind me I grabbed the broken blade panicking and turned around to face the man that wanted to play this stupid game of his, at least the blade wasn't completely useless as a part of the blade is their and I have a tin aluminum lid to act as a shield.

"Ohh did you find a weapon now it's time for you to try and kill me Isana~" He started running towards me and I raised my so called shield as he stabbed towards me and I felt a sharp pain on my hand, "AHHHHH" I screamed in pain as he stabbed through the lid. "HAHAHHAAA" did you think I was so weak to be stopped by a simple lid of a trash can!!

He started to laugh really loud as he found this type of thing fun, I thought not yet, not yet, Not yet, Not Yet, NOT YEEETTTTT, I screamed as I brought the rusted knife over head and stabbed down towards his leg, saw what I was doing but he was laughing to hard a moment earlier he was out of breath and reacted a bit slower than he should have and got the knife stabbed into his leg. But with the blade shorter than what it already was it didn't go that far only making a slight deep wound.

Seeing the handle in his leg a vein appeared on his forehead as he punched me in the face knocking me out.

I later woke up tied to a chair and the man sitting in front of me with a wide grin across his face "Isana even though I said you have a chance to live if you killed me I never told you what I'd do if you injured me do you want to know what that is?" A grin crept up the petty mans face

Shaking my head I didn't say anything I felt like I was being crushed by the air itself being look at with those eyes of his. I see I guess I'll tell you then he got up and walk over to me and put his hand on top of my hand and slowly traced his finger down mine and each second he did this I started to feel fear cover me in every way, as his finger reached my nail he put hi index and thumb on it and pulled it off with one clean motion."AHHHHHH" I screamed as the pain settled over me, "I'll tell you, as he walked behind me he put his hands on my shoulder and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

TORTURE, words that will forever haunt me till the day I die.