" Dahlia Gillespie was the religious leader of a pagan cult that existed in the town of Silent Hill, she caused a fire of gigantic proportions, that targeted her daughter Alessa Gillespie who was only seven years old at the time. The girl had all of her body carbonized in what would be part of a ritual aiming to resurrect the God of The Order, which was supposed to be born by the suffering of a child. Alessa was presumed dead by the townspeople, but she survived and went on to inhabit a room located in the basement of the Alchemilla Hospital under the supervision of her mother Dahlia Gillespie and Dr. Michael Kaufmann, the hospital director, in addition to nurse Lisa Garland . Due to the intense suffering, her spirit was divided and the good part become a baby later called Cheryl Mason while the bad side remained in Silent Hill, creating the dark universe of the city. Now Alessa is ready to tell how her journey was to be a part of the dark side of Silent Hill and her encounter with a demonic entity. She is ready no to tell her story." (Silent Hill)
I do not know what it was, I tried to ask why he was doing it, but even if he could talk, it seemed that he would not answer me, he was not human: it was grotesque.
The creature had no face, but I felt his gaze locked on me. The stench made me throw up numerous times, making it even more disgusting. The odor ingrained in me and absolutely nothing in this place was clear or immaculate. Everything was dark! The only whiter other color was a Scarlet that was a grimy off-white of her skin, which carried a sticky, wrinkled appearance. Wrinkles that normally show fragility, but it was far from fragile.
I tried to remember how I got on the filthy bunk and who tied me there. However, my body ached too much for me to concentrate. My mouth let out uncontrollable moans interspersed with a twinge of pain that tormented me, creating desperate cries. My eyes - a inigual turvidez, roamed in their sockets. Weak beams of light disorientated me gradually and when this deafening sound disturbed me, he would came back and touched me, cut me off, suffocated me. He grabbed my arms and legs with strange body parts, which looked like claws. Something pressed down upon my body, almost preventing me from breathing altogether. I realized that I was naked. Tears washed down my face already dirty with sweat and a hot substance - maybe blood?
The combustion left me sensitive, and in all of my injuries, my skin throbbed compulsively. A strange pulse confused me; I felt dizzy and once again the rot smell filled my lungs. A menacing growl came; perhaps close to me, perhaps far. It was animalistic, it was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. It was frigthening how cold I was.
But I could not move. A wave of panic shivered my body and caught my muscles; a ball put in my throat denounced the crying that wanted to burst through my lips, but no sound came out.
Finally, my eyes reached a focus and, horrifyingly, I saw the creature staring at me. The features were distorted, torn and repulsive, but I knew he was watching me. Before I returned to the control of my body, I felt the leather ties that cut my wrists were being torn.
Long and awkward members lifted me in the air and I debated naked and bloody, in a last ditch effort for my life. A deafening shriek and hurt my ears and my throat went dry - only then I realized I was screaming again. That being lifted another pale and disgusting member to shut me up, tucking it into my throat. I gasped and I struggled desperately, crying and throwing up against that muscle. My mouth was blocked and my mouth dripped blood.
So finally, I was rid of it. Vomit and blood fell from my mouth and my body was limp. I was lax and exhausted. I could not stand to fight. Why there was so much suffering? Why he was keeping me alive?
Only my chest rose and fell erratically while my eyes were mesmerized by the inhuman creature who hoisted me into the air, as much as I did not see eyes in the midst of confusion.
When the body released me, I heard a thud popped my body against the cold floor and a shock pierce my body causing a violent involuntary twitch. My eyes blurred again and I did not fight the seizure that took me. My body was at the height of exhaustion and pain, leaving me adrift as I, still, felt the pain shifts.
Just waiting for the moment that I would finally rest. I should have ha lost enough blood. Maybe the creature - unreal or not - should have had thrown me against any surface and broken my spine.
I digressed about ways that I would probably die there (which was nothing more than a filthy ward, covered in blood and falling apart), while the combustion consumed me. I felt the burn, I gasped and roared in grief. Sweat and blood merged in my feverish body even on an icy ground. The creature was gone from a disgusts opening in the wall that reminded me of a pulsating organ. I was inert and waited.
I let the darkness take me, longing for death that would end all this torture.
Realizing I had regained consciousness, I went into despair again. Someone had moved me.
I opened my eyes with effort, nothing but a deep pitch. I Heard low sounds of rubber and tinkling blades, mixed with the unmistakable sound of flesh brushing the ground. Something held tightly each of my feet and pushed them sharply, opening my legs. My arms were tied above my head and this time the place where my body was, hurted me more than the cot ward - seemed stone, it shredded against my wounds.
I tried to free myself but as expected I was still weak. It despaired me to feel that unknown person touching me, holding me and immobilizing me. I groaned when I felt dozens of simultaneous blows; some minor cuts, bumps on my chest, and a searing pain between my legs. I widened my eyes and screamed, but I lost my voice because of so much effort. I stayed with my mouth open in a silent scream in agony making me want to discuss as a seizure again, but that is not how my body reacted to it - I was static.
I arched my back and let out a groan. It was painful, it was something strange, my body was still throbbing, pulsating, hot, sweating, bleeding. I felt something warm dripping between my thighs and deduced that there was also bleeding. A burning worse than all the others made me focus only there, all my other injuries seemed small compared to that. I heard vaguely sore between my moans, who soon attributed to the devil I could not see, raping me slowly.
A serious and childish voice whispered in my ear to carefully feel every pain, every drop of human sap my body shed.
I closed my eyes and screamed, but this time because of a different agony. I gasped loudly and squirmed, feeling an increasing need for something I did not know what it was.
A wave of dizziness hit me and shivered from my head to toe, but I was not cold anymore.
I was burning.
My body was the victim of yet another sensation: a numbness, easing the aches and leaving more subtle and smooth, causing me such a pleasure I screamed again and thus deleted again.
A creature who enjoys causing human sensitivity. Testing the limits of body and mind, the understanding of an undesired ecstasy, which proved that pain is also a necessary force.
I glided through the dark corners without eyes to see, but it was not needed. My sensitivity identified his warmth. I felt what he needed and did not even know.
I can provide what a body needs and what it does not. The pain must be felt. Pain is fun, pain is something that will always be in Silent Hill, the little demon is an icon for all this pain. He needs that feeling of grief, torture. He feeds the town and gives it life. This is a home for demons. We can all be one. We all are. We lack only to discovery this hidden flame.
Welcome to my nightmare, welcome to my hell, welcome to Silent Hill.
