The Ramblings of an Insane Human Being

For the Sake of Convenience

She burned, the inferno giving arise to the very incandescence of the fires of hell, her shrieks pierced the air as she frantically flailed her limbs in every which direction. The man in the white suit sat in a wooden chair and watched from behind the bars of the cell which held her captive, my own cell being behind the chair in which the man sat. After what seemed like hours of ceaseless, constant, continuous screaming, her life slowly faded. The wretched fetor of burning flesh (not unlike that of burned chicken mixed with the stench of swamp smell) filled the air, wafting in my direction, nauseating my senses and turning my stomach upside down. She fell with a crunch as her bodyweight descended upon her dried, burnt skin.

Her arms still moved slowly, though there was clearly no life left her. The man got up and left the room, soon after his leaving, the cage doors unlatched mechanically, and his voice boomed over the speaker, “Clean that up.”

I refused; I would not give into his demands, even if it killed me. I stayed in my cage, curled up like an infant and filled with absolute terror. A painful shock from the collar around my neck was enough to change my mind. I slowly got up, ducking under the small entryway of my pen. Shivering from both fear and the frigidity of the place, I looked down at the woman’s smoldering remains, I almost envied her. Yes her death was slow, terrifying and incredibly painful; however, at least it was warm.

I searched the room, finding a small closet in the corner to my left. Along the wall in the back of the room was what I assumed-until yesterday-to be a kind of trash-chute, a vent leading to the outside world and freedom. It was yesterday when the woman-her name being Eliza Hothens-sealed her fate when her curiosity got the better of her. It was at-what we assumed to be-night when she had noticed that her cage had not been locked. She had supposed that the man in the suit had forgotten to lock it; this was her first mistake, as evil forgets nothing. She had gotten out of her cage and gave a moment’s wait, expecting her collar to shock her immediately. When her collar had not shocked her, she assumed that the man in the suit was asleep, her second mistake, as evil does not sleep. She trotted over to the chute, and grasped the handle, looking back at me, “Don't worry, I’ll send help for you!” I shook my head solemnly, as this was her third mistake, as there is no escape from hell.

She opened the chute, looking down into where it lead. She gawked into what seemed to be sunlight in a mixture of awe and terror. She immediately dropped to the floor, obviously in

immense pain as her muscles convulsed uncontrollably. The man in the white suit walked in, a sneer across his face. The device in his hand seemed to be able to control the collars and possibly even the cages; however he was far out of my reach. After releasing the button, the woman looked up at the man in the white suit, her face nothing less than horrified, and she began to beg forgiveness. I scoffed in my mind, knowing that this was her fourth and most fatal mistake, as evil cannot forgive.

The man in the white suit picked her up by her collar and pushed her against the wall, he shushed her in a calming voice. “Tell him what you saw down there…” he said, his lips against her ear.

She looked at me, the features of her face were pale, a permanent look of fear upon them. She stuttered with her words, “I-It was… It… HELL! I SAW HELL! THE TERRIBLE FLAMES AND SHRIEKING OF DEMONS IN HELL!!”

The man in the white suit shushed her once again, cupping his hand under her chin. “You want forgiveness, yes?” his words were smooth and almost genuine, “If you want forgiveness, all you have to do is open your mouth and close your eyes,” he gave her a seductive smile as he said this. The woman nodded, she slowly closed her eyes and opened her mouth, as if for a kiss. At this point the man had a small, silver knife in his hand; he reached into her mouth and cut her tongue out in one swift movement. The woman fell to the ground as a horrible gargled screaming filled the room. Blood poured from her mouth and the man took the end of her tongue and tossed it into the chute. “Do not fear, love, you shall be joining your tongue soon enough,” he sneered again at these words. He left the room after shoving her back into her cage and locking it, and she spoke never more.