'' why don't you spread you legs for us and lay on the bed like our own personal feast?''
*book one of the nystrom series*
carmen nystrom, one hell of a menance to everyone in her way. and yet the diamond in her parents eyes.
one party with her si...
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i ran my hands over the old wood, it was strange, being back here.
like a faint memory.
what was i doing here? this wasnt my home, this wasnt anything to me anymore, this was the past, something i buried years ago.
why was i here?
i was alone here.
i stared at the shred. it still terrified me to this day, i hated the shred the shred meant cold, i hated being forced to stay outhere. locked up for days. i was still scared of it to this day.
years late and i was still scared. how?
i snapped my head to the sound of cries. no.
no no no no
no
please no.
not this.
i froze in my spot by the shred. i couldnt move. no. the child stopped crying starring back at me just as horrorfied.
no.
no.
no.
no.
no.
no.
no.
no.
let this be a nightmare. i heard voices in the intercom. i didnt move. '' ¿quién eres?'' the kid asked in spanish. her voice was guarded. scared. ( who are you?)
she looked like me. an exact copy. '' carmen'' i whispered lowly my voice wavering.
i glanced her up and down, she was like me, the same bruises the same cuts. the same horror. i wanted to vomit. she frowned. ''soy carmen'' she said confused( im carmen )
i paled.
i heard voices in the intercom.
i ignored it all i focused on the little girl. i sat down on the dirty ground by the shred, the little girl walked closer with caution. ''mamá se enfadará si hablo contigo'' ( mum will be angry if i talk to you) she said still walking closer till she was right infront of me.
she reached her hands out before touching my face carefully. ''¿Cuántos años tienes cariño?'' i asked my voice breaking and tears threatening to spill ( how old are you sweetheart?)
