Tortured Soul

            I was dragged through a hallway that looked like it was covered in blood and flesh. It moved and crawled as if it breathed and writhed. My eyes were partially open and I saw the arms of my captor. His flesh was red and black that had white protruding which caused the flesh to bleed. Every drag sounded like a crack, almost like wood being split with an axe. I stirred slightly under the grip of this creature. It turned quickly to face me. I saw its face and it was covered in protruding bone and blood. The bone resembled scales but tore through the flesh and constantly bled. Its eyes were empty sockets of flesh and muscle that constantly cried blood. It had a muzzle like an animal but instead of a nose it only had slits and its teeth were like a shark’s. Razors lined its mouth in lines and its smile disgusted me. I was frozen in sudden fear and couldn’t move. The monster took this instant to smash its fist to my face. Its fist was lined with the protruding bone similar to its face. It hit my mouth and shredded my flesh easily. Then he sent another punch to my eye. The bone slit through my eyeball causing a loud popping noise that resembled bubble wrap. The pain was immense and I faded from consciousness.

            I later awoke shackled to what seemed like a stone slab. It was cold as ice and I felt something flowing from my side. I looked down to find that there was a metal tube that was draining my blood from me slowly. I panicked and tried to struggle from my chains but my body had stung and my mouth was sown shut. I expressed fear and in that instant I looked around to find a fleshy torture room that was covered in shelves, bottles filled with body parts, saws, clamps, bloody metal tables. Then I turned to one that looked like it had been set up for a surgery that was lined with various saws, knives, a clear liquid bag, and needles. I heard a groaning coming from the walls and a mouth had opened to find my executioner. It was covered in butcher attire and a loose mask and medical doctor facial mask. It had walked over to the surgical set up and grabbed the clear liquid and a syringe and attached it to the tube. It hung the bag on a bloody meat hook and quickly shoved the syringe in my arm. I tried to scream but only a muffled sound erupted through me. My flesh popped at the impact and I felt a burn that erupted through my body. I writhed on the table and then I couldn’t move anymore. I felt the pain of the liquid circulate through my system. It had stridden with a limp back to the table causing the sounds of crackling and grabbed a rusty scalpel. It returned to my side and tore off the bottom mask and I found it smiling wickedly. It ripped through my chest and tore the flesh from the muscle. It exposed my pumping innards. The pain was searing and constant. Like getting multiple paper cuts but it never ceased. The burn spread through my exposed flesh and it took a hammer and started tapping at my ribs. It tapped them like playing a xylophone. Then the sudden smash at the middle of my chest and beat through the bone to get to my heart. It took its hands and ripped out my heart. My eye widened and then darkness engrossed me. Cold, dark, then nothing.