The Dark Farmer

Chapter Three

Sam Brooklyn

It burned, it was unimaginable. What did I do to deserve this! It hurts.

I-I don't want to die! I'm not ready to! I want my mum! My dad! Somebody!

Whatever god was out there, ignored my pleas. Like it was some cruel fate for me.

The heat.

The heat was too much. What little protection I had with my clothes were quickly burned away.

I screamed out, but no one heard me. It was far too late for me. I could feel my blood boiling, bubbles popping and moving. Like pop rocks, but not so sweet.

"PLEASE IM SORRY, PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING" I cried.

"SHUT UP" the man yells back.

The worst part was how hopeless I felt. I couldn't do anything. I was tied up, like some livestock!

All the hair on my body was gone, I was truly naked, my body, emotions, they

were all aired out for this psycho to see.

"AHHHHHHH"

My skin began to bubble up, just globs of skin forming on me, and god the smell? I couldn't.

I vomited all over myself.

"Oh gosh look at you!" the man said "you made quite a mess, huh?" he started to laugh. How could someone lack this much humanity? Maybe this is me atoning for my sins, sins I never committed.

That's when I felt it.

"PSht" my liver burst, I felt the liquid swimming inside of me. Burning my sides. I wanted this to end. Please let me die. I can't fight anymore.

I started to cry, My skin slowly rolling off me. And then-

I felt nothing. I looked down. Yet I was still burning?

The pain was gone, yet I knew I was still going to die.

I laughed. This was it. I tiled my head up.

And closed my eyes for the very last time.