They say monsters create little monsters, but the little girl laying on the cold hard ground as if she was dead…was far from being a monster.
Her body was covered in wounds from punches, kicks to wounds inflicted from weapons. Her breath came in slow pained gasps, blood poured out of her mouth and nose which formed a pool under her..
She couldn't remember how many days had passed, time did not make any sense for her. She was beaten without rest, blood covered her whole body but to make it even worse, they wrapped her mouth with a thick piece of cloth which made her unable to taste her own blood.
Hunger and thirst made her unable to think, she just endured all the torture as she remembered her father and mother.
Despite all that she did, despite her habit of drinking blood–he never treated her differently and shunned her. He supported her and tried to get her to change in some other way.
But when he got bedridden, it gave her enemies enough time to do what they wanted.
