Dr. Collingwood lay curled in bed, staring out the window. Winter was coming fast, and snow was starting to fall. She buried her face in her pillow and let herself drift into slumber.
She found herself in a room, but not the darkness-filled, checkerboard-floor room. This one was made entirely from concrete. The walls were covered in mold and she could hear water dripping from above. There wasn't a door. And she was slumped against the wall in some kind of suit.
She got up and looked down at her hands and feet. It felt awkward with the heavy suit, but it was only a minor inconvenience. The hands of the suit were covered in golden-yellow fabric. The feet and legs were covered in brown cloth. The head of the suit blocked her from seeing the torso. She tried to pull it off. It was stuck.
Something in the suit clicked.
Spikes stabbed into her flesh. Hooks were driven into her cheeks. A metal rod was shoved up her windpipe, while more metal bars forced her mouth open. Her bones snapped like toothpicks while her organs were torn to shreds. Blood spurted from the suit's openings like a geyser.
She bolted awake, sitting upright, still feeling the phantom pain from having her body slowly be torn apart by that suit.
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The Breaking Wheel
FanficSome SCPs tear you apart. They'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth in order to kill you. Others reach deep into the darkest recesses of your mind, forcing you to face your worst fears, your deepest regrets, your greatest mistakes. (Disclaimer:...
