Picture This

One.

~Credit goes to my morbidly imaginative friend.

Picture this.
You are strapped down by the waist to a cold metal table in the middle of a dimly lit room. The only light source is a sickly yellow tinted flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling. You can't move and have a dirty washcloth serving as a gag in your mouth.Out of the corner of your eye you see something that resembles a human.You turn to get a better look, squinting through the darkness. After your eyes finally adjust to the odd lighting, you can see that the beaten bruised and dismembered corpse wasn't just any person, it was your wife. Not wanting to see it from fear of screaming or crying you close your eyes and bury your teeth into the makeshift gag, only to open them to the sound of heavy breathing. You look around but see nothing, so you start to think to yourself 'has her murderer kidnapped me?' But before you could get that thought through your head, you see a tall figure stepping out of the dark holding a surgeons scalpel cleaning it with an already bloody rag. He looks at you and says "Ya know. Your friend made quite the struggle. I told her to sit still, but she just wouldn't listen." As he is saying that, he walks across the room to her dead body and takes a handful of her bloody dirty blonde hair. He stared down at his work for a moment before he spoke again. "She was just.so.beautiful." As he finished the last word, he lifted up the handful of hair, removing her scalp. He cackled menacingly before looking up at you. "And now, it's your turn."
Then everything went dark.

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