Fear of Insanity

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I struggled as the chains bound my wrists. My chest was tight, and all my bandages and stitches were coming undone. I watched as the darkened crimson blood pooled beneath me. I felt weak, my chest felt tight as if my heart were tightly wrapped in wires. I screamed as my arms were pulled back until my shoulders dislocated and the flesh tore. I remained tightly bound as I struggled in vain to escape. My entire body was in pain, my throat felt like it was bleeding, and it hurt to talk, but even more to scream. By that point, I was too tired to struggle anymore. I was silently pleading for someone to get me out of this hell. Even without my wounds my bones remained visible, I was being starved for God knows how long. I hadn't thought about it until now, I wouldn't want to resort to cannibalism due to the amount of blood I've already lost. Besides, I have no reason to damn myself more than I already have. With the situation Wyvern was in when I saw them last, I'm certainly not counting on it. I felt my chest tightening once again, I immediately ripped off what little remains of a shirt I had, and I attempted to cover the wound only to pull my blood-soaked hand away from my chest. My vision began to blur as I lost my balance and passed out. I awoke with my ankles chained, my eyes hurt, and my vision was still distorted. It was hard to breathe, I couldn't scream. Even if I could scream it would be useless. I was submerged and drowning, I watched as the blood floated to the surface of the water as I only fell further down. The weights were chained tightly to my ankles, they were most certainly broken, I could make out the fresh bruises, they were recent. The flesh was torn from my left wrist, the wounds were fresh. I felt like someone was repeatedly crushing my skull, my eyes hurt, and the back of my neck was cold and blood-soaked. I could feel my bones and insides. To my surprise, my lungs hadn't ruptured yet. Although I wasn't sure how much longer I would remain alive. At last, my wounded ankles were freed from the shackles, something was weaved into my wrist. I attempted to pull it out only to end up cutting my fingers. I looked at it closer to see that it was barbed wire. I saw stitches going from my forearm to my shoulder. I saw the little spikes from the barbed wire poking out from my flesh, I already knew who did this. But to have me remain unconscious while he cut my forearm open only to wrap barbed wire around the muscle and stitch it back up. I didn't understand the point of it, was it to torture me? Because while it did hurt like hell, I've certainly had worse. It seems like so much trouble just to cause me a little pain. That's what I thought at least. I saw a wire hooked to some of the barbed wire protruding from around my elbow, upon closer inspection of my shoulder the flesh looked almost like it was ripping. I began attempting to reach for my right shoulder to check if the flesh was ripped only to hear a click and stop. I slowly looked up wondering what I just triggered, I felt a sudden sharp pain starting in my foot and extending up through my leg into my lower thigh. I winced as I tried to pull my arm free. I stopped just before it clicked. "If you keep moving around, you'll only make things worse for yourself." I noticed someone standing below me. He didn't look very familiar. "You may not recognize me now, but I knew your parents, and you and your brother know my sons. They should still be in that prison unless they found a way out." I didn't fully recognize him, but I had a feeling he was behind some of what had happened to me. I remembered what Lucian said he did in an attempt to get rid of him. He listed most of what he had done, upon seeing his father having survived all of it he seemed horrified. Even after being burned, drowned, drugged, poisoned, stabbed, shot, having both lungs punctured, and even having been cut open by Lucian and having his arteries severed. There stood Mordecai Wyvern the cause of all of the madness we'd been through. That man was an embodiment of all the suffering we endured, a personified version of the pain and cruelty we've been through, a vile being. He was a monster with no sympathy with a demonic embodiment of the sadism of his creation at his side doing his bidding. This is a man who knows nothing of sympathy but knows how to break someone in millions of different ways, each one worse than the one before. Something was wrong with Leon, he seemed angry and filled with hatred, he suddenly grabbed Lucian by the throat and began to choke him. I had no time to process what was happening, and by the time I did Leon was squeezing my throat in an attempt to choke me to death, Isaac looked at me as if to tell me we both knew this wasn't Leon. At that moment we knew Leon had been possessed again. I stepped back as Leon dropped to his knees screaming in pain as the demon once again took hold of him. I was in shock unable to react, he began coughing up blood, his body writhed while his bones snapped again and again, and he ripped his chest open as he continued to scream and cry out in pain. His insides were scorched from when I set him on fire. He glared at me with absolute hatred as he ripped into his flesh and even removed some of it from his ribs, he reached into his rib cage and broke several of his ribs as he lunged at me in an attempt to attack me. I struggled against Leon as the demon took hold of him once more.