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The cement floor I’m lying on is cold. I shiver and try to ignore the black spots forming in my vision. My whole body hurts, and I let out a small whimper. The welts on my legs are infected, and pus is dripping from them. I know I need a doctor, but Sir only calls one when the wounds are life-threatening.I hate Sir, my master, my torturer. The middle-aged man who brought me to this huge house when I was only five years old. Took me out of the overpopulated orphanage that was more than happy to let him take a child off their hands. He stole everything from me... my life, my freedom, my innocence... the moment I stepped foot into this house.A child screams in the distance, and I try to detach myself from the sound. I know what’s happening. I know it’ll be my turn again soon, once I’ve healed a bit more. The screaming gets closer, the voice growing weaker until it turns into soft sobs. This girl must be new... she sounds young. I feel pity, but a darker part of me is relieved. Another

It’s kind of funny, seeing the supposedly scary man in front of me turn into a statue after I told him he was my big brother. Still, I keep my stone-cold mask on and glare at him.After a minute or so, he recovers and glares back.“I don’t have a sister.”Too bad he doesn’t sound very convinced by his own words. He should work on that.“Yeah, well, like I said... that’s what I’ve been told. If you want, we can do a fucking DNA test. Just to be sure.”I’m not 100% convinced either, even though we do have the same eyes.He’s a big man, a handsome one, with a dark and dangerous air about him. Dark hair, a medium-length beard, and an old-school mustache that suits him surprisingly well.“As far as I know, I don’t have a daughter.”A deep, cold voice suddenly cuts through from somewhere behind the line of big bikers. I take a step back so I can see past my brother and find another huge man staring daggers at me.He’s older, with salt-and-pepper hair. If this is my father, then damn, he’s a