[BG'S JOURNAL] || SP. BOOK

Chp 9

10.31.24 [10:39 PM]

THE FINAL BLOW
"Some things are worse than death...
but death always comes."

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This is just a nightmare.

My worst nightmare experience.

I can’t do anything as he swings the club again and again, each strike shattering my bones. My collarbone snaps, the bone tearing through my skin, jutting out like a grotesque spike. I gasp, but no scream escapes me. He pauses, turns his back, and moves toward the other side of the cave. His torch flickers as he rummages through his workbench, searching for something.

Then he finds it—a rusted axe.

He tests the weight, swinging it in the air with slow, deliberate movements, approving of its deadly edge. He turns to me with a twisted grin, walking slowly, his every step a mockery of my helplessness. When he reaches me, the axe gleams in the dim light, and with a sickening crunch, he brings it down on my left shin. Blood splatters across the stone floor, pooling beneath me.

I feel the warmth of it, but no pain.

Just the numbness of shock and the cracking of my mind. I watch, horrified, as he bends down and pulls the skin back from the wound, revealing the muscle beneath. He examines it with grotesque fascination before tearing the muscle fibers apart, stringing them out like strands of spaghetti.

My sanity frays as I witness him carry the bloody tendons to a pot of boiling water at the back of the cave. He dips them in, steam rising as they cook, then hangs them on a line to dry. He comes back, doing the same thing to each of my limbs, methodically breaking me down piece by piece.

When he’s finally done, he pauses, his expression shifting. He looks around, and I can see something in his eyes—distress?

No... anger.

His rage builds. He starts pounding on the cave walls, yelling in frustration. Then he turns to me, pointing an accusing finger as if this is my fault. His fury drives him back to the workbench, and he grabs something else.

A sledgehammer.

He charges at me, swinging wildly, his blows crushing my chest, shattering my ribs. Pain explodes through my body, far worse than before, as I feel everything break. The final blow comes down on my skull.

And then...

I die.

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