Do you know that feeling ? The feeling of being watched by something malicious, something that wants to do you harm. Something evil. Brutal.
This is what I had when I was walking down the street in the evening. I could have told myself it was just my imagination. Just my angst from playing computer games , but it wasn't . I could feel the thing's hot breath behind my neck. The stench of death and decay. No-one was behind me when I turned around and I just decided to run as fast possible. But there was no escaping from evil. And it caught me and I blacked out.
I woke up by the stench of rotting bodies. The buzzing of flies was like a hypnotic music of madness. I couldn't breath . I couldn't see. I was blindfolded . All I could feel was the footsteps of something heavy walking towards me. My hands were tied behind my back and suddenly I realized that I was hanging up side down by my legs. I knew he was standing infront of me now. Spectating me . Watching me dangle like a pig, getting ready to be butchered.
I could hear him giggle . A cough. Spitting slime on the ground . Something wet was running down my legs. I pissed myself because I knew the devil was smiling at me.
My breathing was fast and shallow , I could feel my blood feeling up my head and It became harder and harder to keep my consciousness up. The buzzling of the flies were getting louder and louder and I could faintly hear words beeing spoken . "Scared ?" It asked. I knew it was standing infront of me. The stench almost overcame my will. I gaged, bile were building in my throat. "Don't be. Enjoy" it cackled .
I knew I was crying. Crying for help. Crying for hopelessness and I knew that I could die any moment and i had no means to prevent that from happening. Dangling, waiting , surrendered.
A moment later I felt gravity pull me down and I slammed head first on something wet. A faint hope started shining , "I am still alive!" I thought. Rough hands grabbed my head and pulled it back. I screamed . Trashing , trying to fight back , but all for nothing. I was still bound. My wrist were bleeding . The dirty rags were pulled off my eyes and the blinding light made me shriek. Wimpering, defeated , I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my captor .
Butcher . That's the first thing that came to my mind. A monstrous butcher from hell. Over 2 meters tall, half that in width. Flies buzzing around his unwashed hair. His beard was moving from itself. I tried looking at it and suddenly I noticed , it was made of Centipedes. He was just staring at my helpless self with unflinching eyes. I tried moving ,but the slime was making my effort non existant. But it wasn't slime. It was Intestines. I am wriggling on intestines. Oh Lord help me!
