Poison Letters

Chapter 29 (final)

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Dear you,

Another scream tore through my insides and made the monsters around me wince in pain. They laughed, though, don't get me wrong. They loved it.

The sound of a wipe tearing through the air around us made me clench my muscles and anticipate the pain that would soon shock my body.

Pain.

F*ck me.

"STOP!" I was screaming and pulling away from the restraints that seemed to tighten the more I resisted. 

Please stop!

I begged. I cursed them to hell. I even broke someone's... something. None of it worked.

When I was down in the cells I was frightened but now I was just angry.

My mind went back to the last few moments before I was swept away and brought to a new hell. I saw the keys being pushed into me cell door. I heard the clicking of the locks. I saw the heavy, rotting door screech and groan as it slid open but I still prayed they had the wrong person.

I remember tears sliding down my face as Connor screamed my name over and over.

I remember him reaching through the cell door and grabbing my hand into his rough one. Tightly squeezing it as we made eye contact. His eyes were literally red.

I remember him whisper something but at the time I was focused on his touch and was busy trying to memorize his features. 

I knew I was about to die.

I just knew it.

I wish I had kissed him in the classroom. 

I wish I had befriended him earlier. 

I wish I had seen him prior to our original meeting. 

I wish I had the chance to at least thank him for helping me escape hell, even for a little while.

I was screaming again. A wipe bounced onto my back and tore the skin to pieces and it hurt so bad.

There was blood dripping down my back and my eyes had lost focus a couple of times now. My head hurt and I felt nauseated.

Please stop!

STOP!

A feminine like ,laugh echoed through the air again and I cringed because that was my laugh. 'The Me Girle' had been standing in front of me laughing for the past ,our while they f*cked my back.

"Iris, dear, go back to your form. It's awfully hindering to see you standing there in her form while we're trying to get work done here," said a very cold and unaffected voice from behind me sending chills down my spine.

'The Me Girl' glared at someone behind me. A glare I ,had often ,threw others but was never on the recieving end and I must say, I'm not nice.

Suddenly, she started to melt. Well, I was melting. A black fog surrounded my dissolving form and within moments a black silhouette of ,a women stood between the fog. It seemed like the fog was staying and the lady was made of purely, blackness.

My eyes were wide but then closed as a sensation of pure pain coursed through my body and tears spilled from my eyes.

"Stop you, psychopaths!" I was screaming and my throat was raw.

I didn't care.

I waited for another blow to come but it never did ad when I opened my eyes I saw the end of the bloody wipe. I watched the Iris as she crossed her hands across, her chest, a scowl obviously marrying her black almost featureless face.