The Torture Diaries

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I'm in a cold, concrete room which smells like mold. I can hear the blood curdling screams of people. I see a red, blinking light above a metal door.

I often think of what's happening to those screaming people. I have learned to live with the screams. I've been here for a few weeks, and everyday is the same. When I wake up there is a meal at my door. The next meal I eat is a few hours later. After my meals there is screaming. I end the day when I fall asleep. When I fall asleep I know the next day will be the same.

I wake up. Today's not the same as always. I have a blindfold on and I am restrained to what I think is a table. I hear a voice but I cannot understand it. I can hear something. A drill? Some other creepy device? Or is it a saw? I feel it slice my finger. It is a saw. I scream because of the pain. I can feel blood gushing out of my finger. The blood drips splatter onto my thighs.

After a while, all of my fingers have been sliced in half. My legs are drenched in my own blood. I have stopped screaming and I am just crying. Suddenly, I feel a metal object hit the side of my head and I don't exactly remember what happens next. All I can remember is a set of hands pick me up. The hands are covered in leather and my blood.