Red like roses (Sexual Offenderman Fanfiction)

Chapter 27 - Invigorated

Nobody else can hurt you as much as you can hurt yourself.

Amy didn't believe in that saying. Whatever what happening to her right now was something she herself was never able to do. 

She had hurt herself before, but never too much. Blood was hard to scrub off and explaining the scars to your parents was always a problem.

She would never be able to hurt herself this much.

At least that's what she believed.

The ache on her backside felt like fire that was burning her skin off, making her body shake uncomfortably. She kicked her feet around, hit her fists against the ground and wall but the pain did never ease. It only grew stronger.

Most of her time in the basement Amy was in unbearable pain. It hurt so much that she was sure she would either pass out or die.

Multiple times she was banging the door, begging for it to be opened. She cried out for help, screaming for anybody to help her but no one ever came.

You need to fight against him on your own.

Amy was laying on the ground, curled up and growling as she tried to ignore the pain somehow or at least trying to just live with it. What Slenderman had said to her was neither reassuring or helpful - he had just left her down here to die.

A small shed of a tear went down her cheek as the pain eased and she was able to fall asleep, being so tired that even moving a single muscle took too much energy from her. But even in her dreams she was not safe.

The first night was the hardest. In her dreams Zalgo penetrated her mind and showed her everything bad she had seen, reminding her what an awful person she is.

You're a murderer, she could hear Zalgo whisper to her. The flashing images of two older men in the road approached her, ready to rip her clothes apart and rape her.

Amy cried in her sleep. She would either see the truth that happened that night, or the other solution of the event. Either Amy murdered those men in cold blood, or she didn't. But when she saw herself not attacking the men, Zalgo showed her what they would have done to her. Her body shook violently even in her sleep, her face full of tears and sweat as she begged for them to stop.

She fucking bit me!

Every time Amy begged for them to stop, she could see herself attacking them. She didn't know which was worse; ending up being raped or ending up killing them. Their bodies torn open on the road, blood taking over the ground as their lifeless eyes kept staring at her, their mouths moving as to call her 'a bitch' and 'a killer'.

But with every horrific vision, there was a second of something that comforted her, that told her to keep fighting.

That night at the road is one of her most horrible memories she would like to forget. But it's also one of the best. Every young teenager cherishes the memory of their first kiss. 

When Amy woke up, the torture started again for god knows how long and at one point she was ready to give up, to just lend herself to the devil and be at his mercy. But something -someone- told her to keep fighting. The voice kept telling her that life was still worth living, making the human feel hopeful again.

She wasn't sure if that reassuring voice was real, or just something she imagined. 

The human was banging herself against the floor and the walls, ripping her clothes and skin with her nails and screaming until her throat was dry and scratchy. And when the day became night, Amy was sprawled on the ground, breathing hard, still gasping for air and kicking her body around. A tall figure could be seen watching over her and Amy immediately started crawling towards the being, not even caring who they were as she cried for help. But it was useless. She was reaching out to a creature that had no remorse for the humankind, begging them to save her.