Chapter 3

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I couldn't move much, since my spine was now most likely ruptured. All I could possibly do was scream helplessly..as I was being dragged to my death.

This isn't how I imagined things to happen...

I don't even remember how I got here..

I was dragged over the dead bodies scattered on the filthy floor, back to the monster keeping me imprisoned.

When I reached the thing, it ripped the blades from my back, causing meat and blood to gush out of me. I began losing consciousness slowly from the extreme pain, as the creature stood over me, wielding its weapon, and laughing like a lunatic.

I lied there in defeat, horrified and helpless.

The creature crouched to my level on the floor, and caressed my naked, bleeding body. It had a sincere look on its face indicating love and care. Every time I moved or was moved, I shrieked in agony through my sewed lips. The creature above me caressed my breasts, thighs, and stomach while moving its other rough, filthy hand slowly up to my neck, wrapping it around as if it was about to strangle me.

It didn't tighten its grip around my neck like I thought it would, although I felt as if I was running out of air. My eyesight grew dim, and the feeling of light-headedness was upon me.

The creature slid its hand downward towards my right breast, and fondled it. Shivering under its rough and unpleasant touch, I wondered how such a blood-curdling creature could be so perverted...

I was disgusted, trembling under its touch, as it played with my nipple, twisting and fondling it with its sharp fingers.

Its fingers grew larger in size, resembling sharp icicles at the ends. I watched as its hands mutated in size, squirming in intense discomfort.

Wincing and sobbing in my own revolting filth, the creature then dug its sharp fingers into my areola, causing me to bleed.

Screaming, the creature stabbed my breasts repeatedly before dragging its sharp dagger-like fingers in the shape of the letter 'X' inside of my breasts, ripping my tissue out in the process, and eating it.

It didn't cease until all was complete. It smiled and laughed at my excruciating pain, and carved my two breasts until the full shape of 'X' was finished on both.
I cried and screamed non-stop while bleeding out on the cold floor of the dungeon.

After the creature finished carving my breasts, it moved its left hand upwards towards my face. Its hand hovered over my eyes, inching closer as they widened..because I knew what he was doing now..

It all started to click in my head, right as he dug his sharp fingers in my right eye, ripping it out of my socket. I saw the creature then put my eyeball in his mouth, and began chewing on it as if it was eating gummies.

I didn't bother trying to scream. What good did it do? My mouth was sewed shut, and I was away from civilization. My fate was decided here and now, all I could do was accept it.

The creature then repeated its steps with my left eyeball, ripping it out of my socket viciously.
Now brutally blinded, I heard the monster chewing on my second eyeball as well as laughing maniacally.

It all made sense. There was never any escape. I was doomed from the second I woke up here.

I felt myself being lifted in the air by what felt like the creature's hand. It growled, and used its brute strength to throw me upwards into the air. I felt the cold, pungent air hitting my face as I felt myself flying for only a few short seconds before landing hard on a squishy substance. It felt like human skin to me, as I was able to confirm that I was now lying on the pile of bodies scattered on the dungeon floor.

I didn't move an inch. I couldn't move an inch. I lied there lifelessly, my bloody body lathering the other countless bodies below me.

Even in pain, I felt at peace. So this is what death felt like...
Not exactly how I pictured myself dying..as the experience was as dreadful as ever.

I was just another lifeless body on the floor along with the others. Nothing different about me at all, only for the fact that I seemed to be the only one with my mouth sewed shut. My body went completely numb, as I was able to hear my last few heartbeats. A final thought came to mind as I took my last breath. 

"This is my own rage. I die being a victim of my own desire to tear one's heart out. It hurts like hell.."

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