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I force my eye lids to open, and the inky blackness sounding my body slowly dissolves into a dimly lit space. My limited eyesight only allows me to stare above me, but I realise I'm sat up. Why wouldn't DarkLix want me to enjoy watching my body being ripped open?

A face, who I instantly recognise to be my once ally -no, DarkLix was never my ally, just Martha - peers over my, grinning evilly. I struggle to escape, but discover my limbs bound to a rough surface. I glare at my enemy. "So we meet again," says DarkLix, smirking.

"Hey, that's my line!" I murmur jokingly, but it hurts my throat to even whisper. But who cares. My end is coming. I was raised for this moment.

"Any preferences on where on your anatomy you want me to begin?" She asks, indicating towards the wall of torture instruments positioned directly behind her. If all she wanted was a good show, at least I could try and aim to do just that.

"Perhaps the face," I whispered, a ghost of a smile flickering across my face. "Or would you rather leave that fun bit until last?" I knew DarkLix was so like me. Perhaps we shared the same impatience. If she did, I knew she would start on the face first.

"Nah, I think I'll stick with my original plan. But thanks for the suggestion." Her devilish existence strode dramatically to the wall of torture, carefully selecting a sharp, gleaming, beautiful knife. Of course she would pick the knives. She knew I loved knives. DarkLix would obviously use my favourite implement, exploit this face and use it as the key part to my death.

In silence, I watched as she hovered the blade above my right thigh. "Here we go!" I winced as the knife entered my body, blood pouring and absorbing into the white linen below my body, transforming the pure fabric into a crimson mess. I promise myself, under no condition will I scream or whimper. The monster casually strolls over to a short tube of water, pouring the contents over the knife. What was that b***h doing?

I realized her plan when she got a container of ebony powder out of a cupboard, coating the dripping blade with the solid. It wasn't like the box contained sugar. I momentarily blacked out as the knife reentered my flesh, the pain too much to bare. However, when I awoke seconds later, the indescribable horror brought my mind thudding back to reality.

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Some length of time later, the torture was approaching it's finale. The knife had been inching up towards my face, and it had been a miracle that I hadn't didn't from blood loss. With two neat slashes, my face was torn into four segments, but I was surprised she hadn't made this worse. However, I changed my mind as a carton of liquid, labelled (from what I could see with my increasingly unreliable view) "Citric acid". What the hell was that?

Then I realized that acid was spilling into the cut crevices of my face, into my eye sockets, mouth, dashes along my face. "I'm disappointed." My last words before I fell into a dreamy haze I come to know as death. Death. I love death. Or loved death. The pain. The suffering. Beautiful. From when I was four, I hopped to leave this world in the way I entered. In terrible pain, screaming, and a glaring person stabbing some part of my body with a knife, a brand of implement I have grown to adore. I guess my dream has come true. Some say love is overrated. I prefer to state that love is unnecessary. Because it is. I will never know love. I'm lucky in that respect. I know the horrific tortures this world brings to those who inhabits it. I wasn't always a beast. Or, at least I wasn't physically. Mentally, I was a crazy psychopathic murderer for the duration of my existence. I hated people. People hated me. It's as simple as that.

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