Ticci Toby X Reader

Chapter 35

Ticci Toby's POV
I endured countless hours of torture from Painter. Cuts, slashed, gashes, burns. One by one he would use clamps to rip off my toe nails and fingers nails. Carving symbols onto my back and down my spine with a hot dagger heated in a fire, pressing deep in the skin. Continuing to pour salt into my wounds for amusement. He stitched my mouth shut like a doll, only to yank my lips apart right after, practically shredding them. Bounding my jaw open with a metal brace, he used pliers to pull out a few of my back teeth. Making it hard to chew when he force fed me human flesh or organs that he stole from Jack. There was so much blood. How I hadn't of fallen unconscious yet was a mystery. There was so much blood. Pools and puddles. The smell was enough to make you sick. The smell of burning or even rotten flesh where he had removed parts of my skin, as if to skin a rabbit.
However, as my torture continued on, I no longer felt the pain. Yes the sensation was still agonising, but I never yelled or screamed for help. Instead, I would laugh. I would laugh so menacingly, that Painter would shiver. After each painful action, my laugh would grow from a small chuckle to a hysterical bellow.

I sit there, my bangs flopping over my face as my head hangs, shadows covering my eyes.
"I think you're ready for a test run!"
Painter cooes as he walks towards me with a hatchet. He begins to untie me but as soon as I was free, I quickly stand causing him to fall back on his rear, his mask staring up at me. I tic and twitch insanely as I stand over him. My urge to kill him was so high. I raise the hatchet and prepare to swing as my head remains hung down, staring at the floor. I didn't need to look at him to see him. My insanity made me sure I would make I direct hit.
I go to swing but something causes me to stop. In the distance, I heard it. The giggle and laughter of two children. A boy and a girl. Growling, I run out of the room, ignoring the pain of every step or movement I made until the children came into view.

I watched as they play and laugh together. It made me sick. I waited behind trees until the girl turned her back, once she did. I threw the hatchet. It hits directly in her shoulder. She screams and drops to the floor. Her cowardly friend running away. Blood gushed from her shoulder blade as I walk over to her, ripping out the hatchet. She screams, desperately trying to crawl away. So to stop her, I smash the hatchet blade into the back of her leg. Her cries of agony were music to my ears. I had to finish the job. Yanking it out one more time, I plunged it deep into her spine, hearing the vertebrae snapping and crunching and crushing.
Pulling out the weapon from my corpse. I was so proud, until I heard the voices of two other females. Turning in the direction of the source, I spot two females, one pinning the other to the floor. I had found my next opportunity to murder.