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He dragged me up yet another flight of stairs, and I knew we where going to the room. THE room. The room that haunted my mind day and night. The room that made my mind go weak and my memory’s fuzzy. The room that never changed. Out of all the rooms in this place, this was the worst. As we walked in the brightness of the room hit me fast. The walls were painted the purest white along with the marbled floor. When you first enter the room, it gives you the feeling of innocence. That nothing could happen to you here, nothing could hurt you. But I can tell you its not like that at all. The metal framed operating table lay in the middle of the room. Beside this table was a side table, upon it a silver tray that had instruments of all sorts spread across it. I drew my eyes away, looking ahead of me at the wall. I didn’t want to look at it; it only made me think more. I blanked my mind, trying not to think about anything. It was easier to just not think about anything, easier to just let him do what he had to do and get it over with.

He pulled me over to the chair beside the table, leaving me there whilst he looked through paper and notes that had been written before. I thought about running for it when his back was turned, he would not be able to catch me for a while. But I stayed put; he would always catch me in the end. He turned back now to face me, his face serious. I knew what I had to do, but I wasn’t going to do it yet. Not until he had to ask me first.

“Well, come on! I haven’t got all day!” I sighed, this was the worst bit. I started to take my top off slowly, if I had to do this then I wanted to make it as slow as possible for him.

“I said I haven’t got all day.” he said, roughly tearing at my clothes, until all I had left was my boxers. I shivered, feeling vulnerable. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed whenever I had to do this, I hated it. I wished that my father was here, he wouldn’t let the doctor treat me this bad. This shouldn’t be allowed.

He took out handcuffs from his pocket, securing me to the chair. This was unnecessary. I couldn’t believe he was doing this, though I knew I shouldn’t be surprised at anything he did. He made my father lock me up in my room, why wouldn’t he do this? And what else could he do now to me?

“You don’t have to do that. I’m not going anywhere.” I told him, but he didn’t take any notice of me, just glared at me with his cold, stone eyes. I felt like crying at this, but I forced myself not to. What sort of person would I be if I did that? A coward? Though, I have to admit that I was afraid. This man did frighten me. I couldn’t understand why he hated me so much, why he couldn’t even bare to look at me without glaring or scowling.

“Best not take any chances.”

He pulled out an instrument from the tray as I shuddered beside him. He checked all over my body, in my ears, my eyes, even my nose. Every slight touch of his hands made me squirm in my seat. But he knew this, he knew how much distress he was causing me, and he just kept on smiling. He even took a piece of my hair, placing it into a tube as I wondered what he was going to do with it.

“Slight bruising here. Can you feel it?” He asked, running his fingers along the bruises that I had on my legs and stomach.

“Yes. I can.” I said. Of coarse, I could feel it, what kind of question was that? Did he think I was incapable of feeling pain?

“Sure?” he asked again smirking, his fingers pressing down harder. I chose to ignore him on this question; he was doing this on purpose. I was sure. I bet he had all sorts of revenge going through his mind to pay me back for what happened the other week.

“Sure?” he said again, pressing even harder.

“Yes, I am.” I said, nodding my head.

“Has Leonard been naughty? Tut, tut.” I sighed; he always had to make some stupid comment about my father. He wasn’t like that.

“I fell. Down the stairs.” Which was true, I did fall. Though I couldn’t remember what had happened, I could only see the image of my fathers shadow standing over me. I knew he didn’t push me, and even if he had, it wasn’t on purpose. I could tell that by the look on his face. I woke up from unconsciousness to him sobbing and crying by my feet. Now, that was scary, I had no idea what he was doing. For a moment, I even thought I was dying or something. He’d never did anything like that before. It was as if he was getting worse.