Dream Journal

Villan in red

I run fast through the trees, as the dark figure gains ground against me. I whimper in fear of the unknown, and run a little faster. I speed through the trees and undergrowth of bushes and vines, hoping, and praying I can lose him in the dark.
   But boy was I wrong.
Suddenly my feet give out from under me, and I go flying into a bramble bush. Scraping my face and arms on the way down. The figure looms over me and takes a fistful of hair, smiling a large sharp toothed smile that chills me to the bone. He drags me behinds him as I drift into subconsciousness, until I black out.

  I awake in a dark room, lit by a small swinging lite over a chair. The very chair I'm strapped into right now. Beside the chair is a small desk top full of small tools, that I am certain are for my torture. There are small screw drivers, and pliers. A hammer, and many more.
   I shiver in anticipation of my slow death to come, but I promise my self to hold on as long as possible. There is no way I'm giving him the satisfaction of my screams.
   Almost right on cue, my villain in red appears behind the chair and slowly smiles wide. Showing his vicious teeth to me, he picks up a electric screw driver. And brings it to my thigh. pulling the trigger I let out a excruciating scream as he drills hole after hole into my thigh without Mercy.
   And after a while, my leg is nothing but a shredded up pile of meat and bone. So he moves onto his next tool, smiling brightly at my feared look. He grabs a hammer and quickly slams it down on my strapped down hands and he let's out a giggle as a scream bubbles in my throat.
   All promises are lost from my brain as I live through this pain. And all thoughts and feelings are replaced with a wave of shock and fear. Because now all I know is pain, and all pain knows is me.