Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26383377-20180114195821/@comment-26108027-20180129115703

"he hurt me. Bad. I don't know his name. He would make me play until my fingers bled, then when I cried he would pour his drink over them. We had a party a month ago, something called a birth day. There was a bed and a camera, and it hurt so much.. but I didn't scream, or else he hit me. Bit me. Burned me. He let a monster attack me when he found me again, as a punishment for escaping. He let his friends hurt me, too. Sometimes two or three at a time. I saw him counting caps afterwards, before I escaped again. I bit one of them, once, but he came in and started hitting me with a broken bottle. He loved his bottles, they were everywhere. He made me drink from them sometimes, and now I can't stop. I just.. I'm so lost. I don't know what to do. I've tried to eat my gun, jump off a building, wrap bandages around my throat, bleed to death, bang my head against a wall until I passed out.. nothing works. I can still remember him shoving me into that room with just a tiny handgun, and that monster catching me trying to escape. There were cameras in there, too. But not like the one in the basement. I stole that one." Dannie is starting to ramble, shivering violently. She sounds like a three-year-old, trying to describe a nightmare too big for her to understand.