Insanity Sets In

Dark

I walked into the next room. It's pitch black and dead silent, the only light is from the moon through the other room's windows. Then, the moonlight is gone and my head begins to hurt.

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I awake From my slumber, with a headache, confused. There's light, a single light over a metal chair. The chair is worn and covered in blood. I hear steps and what sounds like someone dragging something across the rock floor coming from behind the chain. I see a large man with a deformed face wearing a bloody, worn apron and nothing else emerge into the light. In his hand is another man, barely breathing.

"You're next." The man grunted as he dragged the weak man, set him down and strap the weak, bloody man in the chair. I see the man glance at me, he let's out a whisper,

"Help me.."

I sit in horror, speechless and looking to find an escape route. I say nothing as I back farther into the dark corner I'm in. My head still hurts, and I'm a little weak. The large, deformed man leaves the room stomping slowly.

You can hear his stomps echo through the place and then they stop. I hear what sounds to be like the sharpening of a knife echo from where the man had went. I'm terrified. The sound stops and the stomping begins. Echoes of what seems to be my last minutes. The man in the chair starts breathing heavier. The deformed man enters the room. He stops at the door momentarily. He walks fast and furiously to the chair stopping in front of the other man who is breathing heavily and whimpering.

"Please, I'll do whatever you want! Don't hurt me! God help me please!" He screamed as the deformed man raised his knife to his neck. He moves the knife down slowly cutting down the mans body just enough for blood to surface through his skin. He raises the knife to his own mouth where he licks the blood off, he smiles. He cuts the man everywhere on his body, but not to where he can die.

The man lets out screams from the torture. Blood is going everywhere from the mans body. The deformed man takes one more blow to the tortured mans neck killing him. The deformed man starts to let out a laugh. He turns toward me as my heart begins to beat faster.

"I'll come back for you later, it's time for a feast!" He says to me. He grabs the corpse of the now dead man and drags him into another room. The echoes of the body dragging and feet stomping send shivers down my spine.