"Ben~" Travis walks inside the room with a bloody surgical mask on and gloves, he carries a bucket at his side. He sets the bucket down beside the chair, whatever was inside the bucket reeked. I glance down at it and almost puked right there, is was full of bloody nails, fingers, and toes. "Ben, do you know what gōmon means?" I look up at him with widened eyes, i quietly muttered through my gag "No." He smiles and picks up a scalpel from the metal tray, "It means torture in Japanese, my mother was Japanese and she always used to say 'torture is the best way to learn from your mistakes, it's like teaching a dog to sit but for humans'. She was very abusive towards my father and I, she actually made me kill him one day." Travis walks towards me and runs the scalpel against my cheek, slightly slicing it, "I'm going to torture you but not because you did something wrong, but because I want others to feel the pain I felt." He smiles and pushes the scalpel into my thigh. I couldn't help but squeeze my eyes shut and shout out in pain as he twisted it around, "N-No! Stop!" Travis laughed and pulled the scalpel out. He reaches over and grabs a pair of pliers from the tray and slides the bottom jaw of the pliers under my right index finger, I felt my heart beat quicken and my eyes quivered in fear. I wiggled around a bit as he clamped onto my nail tightly, I couldn't help but just mutter over and over again, "No please no!" Travis just smirked as he slowly bent the pliers backward, painfully prying off the first fingernail. I screamed through my gag and writhed in agony on the wooden chair, I felt my finger beginning to gush with blood. Pain..so much pain..that's all i felt. Travis then moved on to my middle finger, firmly grasping the nail with the rusty pliers. Once again, he jerked the pliers back, but this time the nail only tore off half way. I yelp out in pain as my fingers twitched and shot with blood. Clamping the half pried off nail, Travis gave it another yank. The nail tore off, but not without taking a good deal of skin tissue with it. Tears streamed down my face, pain shot through out my hand and body, why was this happening..? Is everything I ever did wrong finally coming back? Is it Priscilla and Sam's wrath? My head hung low as I breathed heavily, Travis picked up both nails and dropped them into the bucket with a smirk on his face. I felt the jaw of the cold rusted pliers being slid under my thumb, I couldn't stop imagining the immense pain I felt only seconds ago. Travis hummed softly to a woman's voice singing, I was kind of surprised to now finally realize he put on a small battery powered radio after pulling off my first nail, I guess the pain was so horrible that I blocked everything out but the pain. The woman's soft voice echoed throughout my head as Travis yanked off another nail, warm thick blood ran down my finger and onto the ground making a dripping rhythm as the droplets of blood formed a puddle on the ground. I yelled out in pain and struggled to listen to the woman's singing voice, the voice was the only thing I could hold onto before losing my sanity.
The singing Ben was talking about was this song I was listening to while writing. If you're curious to what the song sounded like here you go, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NcA0Cu762m8 all rights of the song belong Tokyo Ghoul :) if you can't use the link the song is "tokyo ghoul ost mond"
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Walking among the dead
HorrorBen Abel, a 16 year old male struggles to survive in an undead world. on his blood filled journey he faces many difficulties in order to survive. While slowly slipping into insanity and fighting the undead and humans, life is hell. Who can he trust?
