The Nightmare To Be True

The Walk Of Shame

WARNING: Contains Gore

(Sorry for not updating..I'm here now..)

He tried to run away but it was already too late. Both monsters were circling around ready to strike at any moment. Trying not to blind he stared at the monsters in fear. He already knew that his daughter won't help at all, in fact, she is watching them. She was no longer a small runt anymore, she had become something he never thought she would become. As he glanced at the wild dog its eyes seemed to glow purple and yellow. As this was happening, he felt like he was in a trans being controlled. The stomps of the giant reptile had stopped and he snapped out of it. It was already too late. He felt a keen pain tear through his umbilicus and out spilled blood and a pink tube-like organ. Lengthwise, it was most likely longer than the man since it kept spilling out of him but widthwise it was pretty small. As the father looked down at his own digestive tube he felt sick to his stomach and dizzy.

As I watched in horror at what was happening to my own father, motionlessly, I just watched I couldn't do anything because my emotions were the ones doing this. Slowly, I turned around and sat under rotten leaves and dead soil just hugging my knees. I couldn't help but feel so angry. I remembered him Screaming at me when I was a toddler scared and confused, then I remember him getting a black leather belt with a smooth surface and wiping me mercilessly. I now remember the scars on my back. I turned back to watch with my eyes filled with wrath, hate, and vengeance. My wrath couldn't help but smile at this gruesome sight. I watched as he began to scream in pain then vomit a mixture of blood, stomach acid, and other stomach fluids himself. "Disgusting."

"Father, how does it feel to be powerless; beaten by your own blood? Is it sour? Spicy? Tell me." The Behemoth roared. As an answer, blood spilled out of his mouth, a small moan of pain, and tears forming in his eyes.

"What was that?" The Wild dog barked, mocking him. He replied whispering.

"Just kill me now." The dog and the reptile stared at each other and back at him with wide grins.

"We are not done with you at, you still haven't suffered the way we have."

"You will pick up your shame and walk with it into the path of the slaughtered until your last breath." As she said there was a path with dead trees perfectly lined up on both sides of the path. Slowly walked to this path. He turned around one more time to see his daughter sitting down criss-cross and looking back at him with her large dark brown eyes and ear-to-ear-wide grin. She's different. The look in her eyes wasn't truly her. Turning to walk towards the path he could only feel pain. She didn't let him feel pain; she wanted him to walk through the path. As he took the first step, his body felt the real pain of holding his own intestines in his hands. It felt like rats eating their way out of you than chewing on the rest of your abdomen. Or bullets ants sting you repeatedly while other ants quickly chew open your stomach leaving acidic liquids they use to melt and devour prey. It was even hard to walk. The wound on his calve was rotten and covered in flesh-eating maggots. Behind the trees were a pair of glowing yellow eyes of the large creature.

"You made me like this." He could do nothing but respond with tears. He was too weak to speak so he continued to move forward. As he took another weak step, he saw what appeared to be many old and fresh bloodstains. Slowly, he looked up to see mutilated bodies impaled by the sharp tree branches. The man he once called his friend was one of the impaled. He was naked but his testicles were ripped off as well as his tongue. In another tree, he saw the ho. (Whom he slept with while, they were both married to different people). Her eyes were clawed out of her face, and her mammary glands were skinned then sliced off. All the trees down the path have mangled bodies.

He was hopeless. She will no longer be the happy child she once was. She has learned about his sins, now the wage is death. Is it really her or someone else? It was as if she was mocking him in a way, the bodies of the people he knew, were the first ones he saw. He was beginning to feel dizzy again. He felt his soul leave his body. As he turned around just one last time to see his daughter, he saw her but with a giant grin on her face and waving at him. Suddenly, dark purple flames were lit by an unknown source, and the fire began to consume everything in its path. This is the place where she gives people hell.

Before he knew it, the flames have already consumed the trees that had the bodies. His body became cold as he heard paws running at him from in front of him and stomping from that giant reptile running at him from his right. His body froze knowing he'll die any second, he kept staring at his daughter who kept her toothy grin but, was pointing at what was in front of him. He turned around and saw that dog, that thing, sprinting at him slowly opening its jaws. Before he knew it, a jaw filled with large cone-shaped teeth impale him. The beast was about its jaws, and he wanted to move but that was impossible. He felt the top jaw-closing in and his body twitching from the pressure. His pupils grew bigger. He felt his eyeballs pop out of his skull and...