chapter 3 freedom
Lucas
pov: His whines and painful yelps were heard through the crackling fire. I saw him hopelessly yanking at his chain but he was overtaken by the flames.
Lucas
Then I felt a burning sensations as someone poured gasoline on my back, seeping into my fresh wounds. A man then approached from behind me. He had a wicked sneer on his face and a deep, long scar running from his forehead to his neck. I snarled as he tried to approach me. He grinned, his eye sparkled like a wild animal are the fire's light hit his face. The gas ran down my face and into my eyes, making them feel like they were on fire. I whimpered as my vision blurred. I heard the man laugh.
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"Sorry sweetheart."
Lucas
pov: He threw the torch at me but I knocked it out of the way. It hits the tree I was chained to and was set ablaze. I watched his blurry figure walk away as I heard him snickering. The smoke filled my lungs, making me cough. I yank vigorously against the chain, the silver collar cutting off my air. The smoke and the gas in my eyes made them water. The fire spread along the ground, melting the snow and burning the dead, yellow grass beneath it, turning it to ashes and charcoal. It approached me at a rapid rate. I could feel the burning heat, a drastic change from the cold.The tree was groaning against my constant pulling and was become weak, being consumed and destroyed by the flames.
Lucas
The old oak finally gave out with a loud 'SNAP' and I ran. I ran and I ran hard. My vision was still burry but I had to keep running. I knew that if they found me, I'd be dead. I could hear the other whimpering and whining in pain, calling out to me for help, but I couldn't. Their sorrow filled voices will forever haunt me.I could feel my heart pounder against my chest. My legs were screaming at me in effort but I kept going, pushing myself even harder.
Lucas
I ran for almost half a day before I collapsed in complete exhaustion. My body was weak and frail from being kept in such poor conditions but I was finally free. Then the darkness from sleep overtook my deprived body. I wasn't safe but at least I was finally free.
Lucas
I gasp and woke up, clutching my chest, panting hard. That nightmare has been haunting me for the past two years, two years since the day of my escape. I squeezed my eyes shut and curled up in a ball, clutching my ears as I relived the torturous memories. The painful screams, watching the others die a painful death when I could have stopped and tried to help them. The way their body's were terribly burned, cover in burns, smelling like bunt flesh.
Lucas
Watching the light leave their eyes as I crushed and snapped their necks, their souls leaving their body's and fall limply in my clamped jaws. The many ways my father tortured me in his own ways. The whips, the knifes, his constant taunting. I screamed and clutched my ears harder until I all I heard was ringing.
Lucas
I back up and waited for my breathing to steady while looking around the motel room I stayed at for the night. It was crappy, but it was cheap and the only thing I could afford with the stolen money I got for trading in that god awful chain and collar at a scrap yard.
Lucas
The whole room smelt of cigarette smoke, stale old lady perfume and mold. I knew I would not be able to got back to sleep. I changed out of my baggy shirt and replaced it with a regular T-shirt and jeans I got from a homeless shelter.
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