The room was dark. Somewhere in the darkness.........a clock, the digital clock marks the day, hour, minute, and second. The only light came from a small hole in the roof. Dust dotted the air, like bugs in the beam of a porch light. A large, metal, "being", hung, like a puppet, from the dark, motionless, steel rafters. The being was tied in rope and cords, and covered in spikes and wires jutted out of it. It's head cocked slightly, as if watching the digital clock, counting down the days, hours, minutes, and seconds.
One beep. An hour passes. Two beeps. A year passes. Three. The clock stops. The dust settles. The air stills. Something creeks. One rope. Two ropes. Three ropes, give way. The being falls into a heap of metal on the floor. It's mouth slightly opened, as if showing interest to its new position.
A lone rose rose falls. Down. Down. Down. On the being. In its mouth. It's knife Sharp teeth pierce the plant. Green liquid drips onto its teeth and lower jaw. It's mouth snaps shut, like a bear trap, on the leg of an innocent, unsuspecting forest creature. The rose is now split in half, the bud falls to the floor, with a small tap. Just a tap. With its head dripping with green liquid, it tilts it slightly. One eye twitches. Revealing a purple light. The being lay there, in the still air, as the dust began to settle. And for the last time.
Beep.
