You woke up in a dark room and your head felt like is was going to explode. It was so cold, it was so dark, and you were so scared... You tried to move but something was holding you down; your ankles and wrists were tied down to a table and everything was in pain. You heard footsteps to the right side of you, along with the sound of wheels turning. You turned your head as much as you could without it hurting, "who's there?..." You said, your voice raspy and almost silent.
You heard a dark laugh before someone spoke. "My name is of no importance to you, so I will not be answering that, though I do have a nickname I have gotten over the years; The Harvester. Now, I am going to have to ask you to stay still for this..." You watched as he took a ritualistic knife off of the table. Your eyes widened and you felt your anxiety kicking in when he got closer to you. You were hyperventilating and wanted to scream.
You opened your mouth to scream, to talk, even to just ramble on in non-coherent sentences, anything that would make noise. He put his hand over your mouth to keep you from making noise and your muscles tensed up from fear. Everything was blurry and he smiled wickedly at you. You saw him grab a syringe off of the table and he looked you in the eyes, seemingly staring directly into your soul. "Shhh, don't be scared... it'll be over soon enough, just stay still..."
You felt the needle get jabbed into your arm and you winced in pain while tears formed in the corners of your eyes. He just laughed and you felt your muscles relax, you felt slightly tired, and you weren't as scared. Well, that is until you felt something cold press just below your chest, "just. stay. still..." The man said as he pressed the knife deep into your skin, breaking it, and it cut deeper, and deeper... Tears ran down your cheeks and you tried to scream, but you were completely paralyzed. You felt your own blood trickling down your sides and you heard it dripping onto the floor.
You felt him cutting something out of your abdomen and it being pulled out. It hurt. It hurt so much. It felt like you were being burned mixed with the feeling of all the bones in your body breaking at the same time. He looked at something in his hand and smiled, "I am guessing you've figured out why I'm called 'The Harvester?' Your organs are valuable in more ways than you can imagine, so I harvest them and keep them here for good use. Don't worry, I promise that this will be over soon."
He took his hand off of your mouth and you were in too much pain to do anything, even too much pain to scream. "Aaaaw, too much pain? Need more pain killers? Well, I highly doubt that pain killers were help, and knocking you out would be less fun. So deal with it or else I'll make it go slower so that you're in pain for much longer..." You bit your lip when you felt him cut deep into your stomach again and rivers of tears were flowing down your face and onto the cold 'doctor's' table.
He dug around in your abdomen again and continued to do this until you were slowly going in and out of consciousness from the major amount of blood loss. You weren't even sure how much blood was left in your body at this point. "I'm impressed that you're still breathing, most would've been dead at this point. Well, I guess it's time to get rid of the one thing that's keeping you tethered to this disgrace of a planet." He moved his hand up to the top of your shirt and continued to unbutton it until he would be able to reach his target. He lifted his arms above his head while clenching the knife so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"Oh, Morning-Star, take this young girls heart and soul as an offering, I will continue thy work here on Earth until my last dying breath..." Your eyes widened as he smiled ear to ear, his blood red iris's and pupils becoming so small that you could barely see them. You shut your eyes tightly and awaited the moment that would become the end of your eighteen year life. He swung his arms down and plunged the knife into your chest, finally making you scream so loud that you swore it could shake the high heavens and deepest pits of hell. You felt him twisting the knife around, obviously trying to make it hurt as much as possible. The knife cut into your lungs, making you have to gasp for air until he cut through your chest enough to be able to dig his hand in there and quickly but painfully tear your heart out.
"Time to finish the job, any last words?" You stared at him before opening your mouth to speak and just barely being able to talk, "go to hell..." He got closer to your face and grazed the knife over your cheek, "my dear, I'm already planning on going there..." You closed your eyes again and began to pray that it would be okay and that your destination would be the opposite of hell. You felt the pain of your heart being torn from your chest, and it quickly subsided when you closed your eyes, your breathing stopped, and your life ended right there. "Time to dispose of your body. It sure was a shame that I killed you, you were so beautiful, but if the Morning-Star appreciates it, then it was worth it..."
