Save me...please. The living is hell. What did I do to deserve this? I want my life back. I want to live happily. I want freedom. Scratches, bruises, and wounds. Non-stop appearing day and night. I cant last any longer or I will go insane. Pull, push, grab. I strangle and squirm to get free. They pull my hair. And I couldn't break free.
Waking up in a cold, ice chair. Medal touching my body. I scream. I yell. I try to break free. I was sitting to my next stop. Death. Bang, cling, you could hear me trying to break free from the chair. Ice, cold tears running down my eyes. Streaming down as I kick and stuggle and scream to get free. I beg, I pled, to let me go. I havent done anything. I......was only a test subject for you to lure me in. My feet and hand in medal straps. The room dark and a single light flashing on me. My heart pounding a million beats. I could hear it. Even without putting my hand on my heart I could hear it beat. Slashes, whipped, and cut. It was painful to feel. Painful to watch. Painful to think about it and remember. I lay on the chair motionless. Wonder....why they are doing this to me. He...he came up to me. His smirk and chuckled made me feel disgust on how I could love this man. Even now i think. His fingers slide and brush my hair. I would kick him straight in the no no spot if my feet weren't strapped. I glare at him. All i could now was talk and glare, But that did nothing. I was living in hell. I couldnt do anything anymore. I wanted death more than I could wish for freedom. As they tortured me. Injured me. I could only scream and watch and feel the pain. Nothing made sense anymore. I just wished...someone could have saved me.
