Pain is Forgiveness

Test ???

You could argue about many things...

The body of a Young Woman dangling from her hair above moving Serrated Saw blades, caked with blood and bits of Human chunks still being split apart. Each minute, the chain holding her hair lowers towards the running steel cutters.

You can attempt to be in the wrong, whether that means you always were in it, or maybe not

A Young Man slowly being dragged by his nearly severed leg towards a spiked grinder, the sound of rusty metal, moist bloody meat and crunching wet bones still emitting from the machine

 
You can deny and/or convince yourself that sacrifices have to be made...

A young body being held in display, their hands and feet tied in an uncomfortable position, blood falling out of their body into a jar half full. Making the scale the jar is placed under lower every bit closer to the ground, making the hanging Axe above the body's head flinch ever slightly. Each drop of blood into the jar makes the Axe that much closer to its unfortunate.

What I'm trying to say is...I'm not the bad guy here...I didn't want any of this to happen...really...I didn't...

A cry of Pain echoed across a hallway, someone getting their eyes gouged out by a failed test. The test making the failure force their own eyes out, lest they feel the acid injected into their person.

It's just...Everything that's happened...that is happening...and that will happen...It's nothing compared to what I've been through...I'm the real Victim here...

Another Failure, falling to their end, the last feeling being a thousand ants eating away their internal organs. Not realizing their own hands pulling out their vitals as they fall.

It was so easy at first...Be there...support...be kind...be yourself...and I was very good at that...I was...but of course...it wasn't enough...

Another one, failed to get out of the water tank in time as the water replaced the air in their lungs. Failing to see the key needed to open the lock right in front of them in a separate container, surrounded by powerful acetic & Electrical currents.

I was never like them...never the one to look at...never the one to be obsessed with...never the one to be fought over...it was always THEM...

Failure...death by...

It was always them...always...

Failure...

Always...ALWAYS THEM...WHY COULDN'T I HAVE GOTTEN THE ATTENTION...DO THEY KNOW HOW DIFFICULT IT WAS TO EVEN DO ANY OF THAT...ANY OF THIS... OF COURSE THEY DON'T KNOW...THEY NEVER KNOW...I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE...NOT H-

Neutral...new Victims acquired...

Well...it doesn't matter now anyway...They're all finally here...at long last...every last one of them...

One surrounded by Television Static, about to be attacked by both Male and Female Testers. All three suffer loss, all three determined to kill

They wanted so badly to fix what they broke.  Fine, I can work with that...that is why I started this after all...

Another one standing off against a female tester, welding an old worn bat in from the other, who raised her blood dripping hands.  Both looking at each other with Hatred and killing intent, both seeking to pass their test.

Eventually...everything will end...just as they've begun...and we'll all be there when it happens....heheheheh...they'll see that when something is thrown out, it's easier to replace rather than track down what you throw away in the first place...

Two figures appear, one in a full coat covering their face as they look through the many monsters in front of them.  Behind sat the unconscious second, their chest rising and falling slightly, the ropes holding them to the chair barely letting their lungs expand to get the air

I mean...I'm not wrong...isn't that right...?   (Y/n)

Light flickered, revealing an unconscious (Y/n) tied to the chair, his face having slight injuries with his wrists and ankles bruising from the rope. 

The second figure still cloaked watched the monitors closely, seeing the two Tester completing their tests quickly and advancing.