My Only Redemption ✔️ [COMPLETE]

Chapter 53

S. P. . E. C. I. A. L

Trigger warning, contains strong scenes.

Jillan

My eyes tore open slowly but everything looked like I was staring through a dull glass. It took some time for my vision to get adjusted to my surroundings.

I realized that this isn't the hotel room I had been staying in and my heart cranked up a few notches. This isn't the hotel room! The decaying air and stifling atmosphere, provided the perfect abode for those who worshipped the darkness rather than the light.

In the dense shadows, spiders clutched snare strings and their webs shimmered like meshed steel dipped in silver. Eyes aflame with hunger, they were hoping to dine on bloated bodies and slurp on hot blood.

How did I end up here?!

I tried moving my head but couldn't, sweat smeared into my eyes but when I tried wiping it away, my wrists tightly locked in place.

My limbs twisted in a frenzy like the damned begging for forgiveness and an ear splitting scream ripped out my lungs.

Above, ghostly horsetails of moss were hanging from barrel thick boughs like a poltergeist's entrails.

My flesh crept and the hairs on my neck rose like the hackles of a dog seeing mounds of old, gnawed bone, a heap of gleaming ribs and grinning skulls. My lower body was attached to something which completely restrained any kind of movement.

I flitted my eyes around and found myself looking right into a pair of dark, glassy eyes peering at me. It looked like a demon from the lowest pit of the underworld and I cried out for God on top of my breath.

"Abomination!"

It breathes down my neck and shifts away, my heart was throbbing as if a thousand bricks pounded down on it every second. The floor of the room belched up constant waves of foul rancid odours that smelt like sickly excrement, maggots started growing between the crevices. The sight renders off my human flesh.

"Somebody help me!"

The air felt stifling, burning my lungs like the fumes from brimstone and my eyes excreted tears, nearing death.

"I don't want to die...."

Blood painted the walls in messy strokes, a feathered splatter of arterial spray. It dripped down the walls, pooling darkly into a mangled black carpet.

Something was coming. I shook my head violently in the iron mask, calling out for someone to save me.

As it approached, the floor made a damp squelch noise, like water being pressed from a sponge, and viscous crimson liquid welled up warmly between sharp toes, staining the skin. It had a chopped up pig's head, wearing a blood stained butcher coverall.

My family members and close friends, started flashing before my eyes as I stared at my eminent feminise. I at least wanted to see them before I die ...

The thing held a mound of intestine in it's large hand, pale and glistening like wrapped sausages. It's head was filled with crawling parasites.

I saw bits of brain matter clinging to the walls like fragments of grayish scrambled eggs in a corner and a gush of vomit erupted from my stomach, splattering on the ground.

In the other hand, it held a dying pig, slitting the throat, blood sprays from the neck, staining the deteriorating furniture. Then, the sound of the blood, mixing with the air escaping from the lungs created a gurgling sound.