What SHE did

*The Master is always referred to as He. She is always referred to as She. No other characters are he, she, or any other tense of these words. They will be referred to as something else, or not at all. Enjoy!*



She was a girl. There was no girl in her. She was alone. But she was never alone. She hated all. They hurt her from the begging. Then one day.... She ended it all....





The fire was burning in the fireplace. It was completely calm in the house, no one was scared... yet. Master was sitting in a tall chair right in front of the fire place. She stood there, watching him, "master" more like killer. She hated him more than anything.



She turned to leave, but there was a side table next to her that she accidentally ran into. There was a clatter of a vase, almost falling.

"Hey! Stop standing around! Get back to work!.... And watch where you're going" he said

"Yes sir.. Sorry sir." she replied.



She went back upstairs to her bed. She didn't sleep though, she never slept. Instead, she pulled the long knife out from her hiding place. She used to have a better, longer knife. Her father had given it to her, but it was gone. They had found it. A couple months ago. They almost killed her for it. But a few seconds before they did, he stopped them. She has scars from where they beat her. They beat her with her own weapon, thinking they'd teach her a lesson. And they did. It was to be more careful and find a better hiding place. They also taught her to grow stronger and learn how to actually use her weapon... To kill... So, every other night she snuck out for extra training. She could run if she wanted, get away. Bur she didn't. Why? Because she wanted revenge, needed revenge. Her "master" would be no more.



Everyone in the village thought that her master was the best. He loved his "children" and treated them well. That's what they thought anyway. It wasn't true though. He was cruel. He killed my father, right in front of my face. She had the privilege of watching her fathers life escape from his bright, glassy blue eyes. That was the night, I sore He'd die. And I- I would be the one to kill him. And not just any death. The possibly most brutalized death ever!



There was a knock at the door. She hurried and stuck the knife under her matters. It was him, "Master".

"Are you still up my dear? He asked. She just stared at Him. He walked closer to her and sat on the bed. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I wasn't aware it was you. You're very quiet, aren't you?" He leaned closer to kiss her on the head. She pulled away hopeing he wouldn't go any further, or do anything else. He looked down at his pants, maybe he was serious. But He wasn't. There was a small bump in his pants. She knew what that ment. It would be a long night. He hugged her slightly, kissing her neck. "It's okay, I won't hurt you." He said and continued kissing her. She could feel his rough lips against her skin. His cold nose brushing up against her ever so slightly cage could also smell the sent of wiskey and smoke on him. She wanted to do it right then, kill him. But she couldn't it'd be too quick. Slowly he started lifting her nightgown. She closed her eyes tight. His hand trailing up the inside of her leg. Tears started to fall from her eyes. Her dark brown eyes full of fear, anger and hate. She knew what would happen if she didn't play along. So she did. Her small hands shaking badly because of her fearing mind. She wasn't scared, no, she only feared. Feared of what was about to happen. She didn't want it to, no one would.



He leaned in closer and hugged her. He was playing as if he wasn't going to, but they both knew He was. He kissed her cheek softly, then her neck. His lips on her. She shut her her eyes. Wanting, waiting, for it to be over. But it wouldn't happen. Wait! There's a knock at the door.

"What do you want?! I'm trying to make my little girl happy again."

"Sir, umm... There's a man here to see you." said the lady.

"Ugh! Okay. I'll be down in a minute." then he whispered in my ear. "You better hush now..." then put a finger to my mouth. She nodded my head in agreement. He walked out the door. As he did tears started rolling out of Her eyes. Then she brought the knife back out and put it near her stomach. She could feel the cold of the metal on her skin, she almost wanted to remove it. But she didn't and the cut was made. Blood started to show where the cut was made and slowly dripped out. She would make more cuts, but He wasn't done yet. Then she put the knife in her secret place and curled up tightly in her covers and laid there, staring out the window. It was so pretty out. And she hated what was happening on the inside. Why couldn't everything just be pretty? Why did it have to be ugly? And she pondered the thought all night, until he returned...



The next morning he was gone. He had went to his own bed. She slowly got up, got the knife and finished making the cuts. She could escape. It would be so simple... But then He'd find someone else. Some other little girl.. Then she would have to suffer, or die from it. Plus, She had to fulfill her promise.



She went downstairs where He was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. She went to the fridge to get milk. He put his paper down and stared at Her.

"Sir? What do you want?" She asked.

"Let me see your stomach..... Now!" He replied.

"No, sir, please..."

"I said Now!!!"

Tears rolled down her face and she slowly lifted her nightgown. Each cut was visible, 13 of them, they were scabbed and red like they were irritated. Fresh.

"Why do you do this to me? I have a reputation to uphold and if you do that... Do you see how this looks upon me? If you don't stop..." and that was it. He didn't finish the sentence, but She knew what he'd say. Gone.... Dead.



No, She didn't stop. In fact, right after he said this She went upstairs to cut some more. While doing so She wondered, He knew She cut. But not what with...



Over the next month He didn't do anything to me. Thankfully, but He did grow sicker, weaker, and He was in more pain. He was ready. How did he get sick? No one knows but Her, and She was not one to tell.



Later that week he came up.

"Your stomach?" He asked. She lifted Her nightgown. Nothing. "Good, now I shall reward you." Not really a reward, to Her. But She went with it. It was time. Everything was in position. And as soon as He was about to slide it into Her. She took a rag and tied it around His mouth. Then she took the knife and cut it off he tried to scream, but barely any sound came out. He was pouring out blood. And She was smiling. Then she took the knife and cut open his gut. Already the life was starting to leave his eyes and She was enjoying every second of it. Then she took the knife and stabbed it upward in the wound already made. It penetrated his heart and he died. His eyes left open staring up at her in fear. And she laughed.



After a couple seconds she stopped. What was going to happen to her now. Well, she completed her promise. And now, she could leave. And that she did. She left the body exactly how it was, she wrote a note saying:

"Whoever finds this:

This man, he is not who he says. Best Master ever? Hardly. He yelled and beat us constantly. And... He raped me almost daily. He killed my father right in front of my eyes. Can you imagine that? Seeing the life escape from him as he was being shot. And he... He enjoyed it. So, I ten vowed I would kill him. And this is what I did. I am going to run now. And if you should find me, you can do to me what you please. I will not fight. I will only cooperate. You have my word. But good luck."



She packed her stuff. Then went into His room and stole some money. Some. Well, actually, about 5,000. She figures it was enough to start. Then She left. She changed her name. Bought a train ticket to a different state, bought a claim that stated her free. She went to college. Worked, and became a CSI. She married and had four kids. 45 years later, and still not found. She had to say. They must have been pretty stupid.



Then She found a news paper.

"45 years ago today He was killed. Killed by His own "Child" it was a brutal murder and it is understood why. We know exactly where She is at the moment. But we have decided that She can be free. We apologize for all Her pain. And we thank Her. She was brave and a hero to many. She was only aware of what happened to Her, come to find out. Many other more people were being tortured by Him. For when the crime scene was found, not only Hers, but many other letters were found. Thank you Ma'am. And have a wonderful life!" There was a picture of the crime scene below. She counted, 67 letters, just from what she could see. And then there was a close up of only hers. Tears streamed down Her face. She was proud to be who she is now. And She is proud of what she did!