Mad Father: The Madness Returns

Pain and Suffering

My name is Marlin. I have long brown hair and a blue eye. My other eye was tampered with and was now red instead of blue. I cannot see out of my red eye, only the blue one. So, I'm blind in one eye.

I currently lay on the cold hard floor that covered in dried blood in some areas. In my spare time, I usually clean out my cell of dirt and dust, so besides the blood and rust it was or at least looked clean.

On my body were cuts and tiny tears in my skin. Mainly my arms , legs and back were wounded. It comes from the tiny hooks. They pierce my limbs and cause me so much pain. I've been at this for four years. I think I becoming amune to it I've been doing this for so long.

She thinks my eyes are prettier now. And the marks on my body screams indurance she says.

She makes me happy I guess.

The things I go through may be brutal, but try to compare it to the other's treatment. One man had his mouth length extended and I witnessed the top of his head fall back. She cut it too far she told Maria. That's brutal. That's why she makes me happy. She keeps me alive and in return, I entertain her. When she's bored she comes to me. It is an honor to make her smile or laugh. My body is for her to control.

Even if it hurts so bad.

"Marlin~!" My name was sung out and all I could do is twitch my fingers. "A....ah..ha." I responded lazily. I couldn't move my lips properly I was too tired. I couldn't move my body, it was too heavy and too painful. If I am needed then Master Aya must be bored.

"Marlin." I looked through the bars of the cell to see Maria, the assistant. She had a sad look on her face as always when she saw me. "You don't look ready to go." I sighed in response telling her she was right. "Alright, maybe I can talk her into a break for today, ok?" I only grinned and she went off without me for once. I honestly disliked her, but at the same time I did like her.

Ah, it was because she pitied me.

I'm strong enough to take on whatever Master Aya throws at me. This pain. This suffering. This bleeding. I can take.

I gained enough strength to at least move my head and hands. I used some of my strength to turn myself over on my back. It hurts.
My back hurts. Everything hurts. I hated this. I hated my life. I hated her.

Maria came back with a sad expression. I knew what it was. I wasn't going to have a break. She was cruel.

My head remained down and dangling. Pain all over my body, it was worse now. My limbs moved with little of my control and will. The mini hooks are there again. Master Aya's smiling face, taunted me.
She pulled the threads connected to the ends of the hooks. I groaned as my arm was forcefully pulled up by the threads and hooks and my left leg was moved to cross over my other. I was trying not to cry in pain. Only a little longer and I'd be dismissed. Maria would come to drag my body back to my cell.

I am her puppet.

One of the hooks in my arm came out and I gave a short quick scream in pain. "Shoot!" I heard her say as she paused for a moment. I panted and looked at her from under the hair in my face. Her clothes had blood splatters and the blood obviously wasn't hers. This is torture, but I must be greatful I'm not dead. She hasn't killed me. She needs me. Yet I wonder, is death much more perferable than this suffering and pain?