A/N: in this chapter, there will be very slightly traumatizing content. Nothing I couldn’t handle writing! Hopefully I don’t make it abuse

Marilynn:

uh oh. Jeremy suspects something. He’s been looking at me weirdly all day. “Marilynn?” He says suddenly. I look at him. Oops. That was a test. I’m in big trouble. “Come with me right now, young lady. You’ll wish you were never born, I’ll promise you that.” He snarls, and walks away, with me trailing close behind. We come to his room. He ties me to his bed, and pulls out a knife. “Now I’m going to ask you some questions, and if im not satisfied with your answers, then, well.” He holds up the knife. “First question. Where is Pamela?” “In Finland. She ran away two nights ago.” I say, my voice shaking. “Where in Finland?” He presses, touching the knife to my arm. “In Turku!” I basically shout. “Ok. Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your boss.” He says. I can’t find an answer that would be the truth. “I-uh....” he cuts all the way down my arm. I whimper, worried if I scream he’ll do more. The pain is unbearable. “Ok. Wrong answer. Now let’s continue.” So we do. When I walk out, I have a bleeding cut from my left shoulder to my left wrist, a deep cut in my leg, and a smallish cut in my side. I immediately wash them, and go to my room. I hear Jeremy say, “lock the doors. Don’t let Pamela get away.” Interesting. He’s still pretending I’m Pamela for the staff. I hate him. How could he do this? Did he do it to Pamela? I don’t know. Now is the time to find an escape plan.

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