To have been awoken by water filling your lungs, was a misfortunate fate. My very head was continually being submerged, into a water that ran beneath me. Four strong men, two of which held my arms together, one was pushing my head down as the other shouted out commands. I gasped for air each time I ascended. Though I knew eventually I would grow exhausted from all the pressure.
10 minutes later..I found myself secured tightly onto a chair. In the middle of a dark concrete room, with a spotlight shining directly on me. Across, a glass pane came to view, the men behind it. Like silhouettes just standing there, watching you. I was out of breathe just laying against one side of the chair, I was immobile. I suddenly heard the sound of a doorknob click. After hearing feet, making a 'CLAK' sound against the floor with each impact.
A faint. "Who are you..." Escaped my lips
"Your worst nightmare.."
The men let out a hoarse laugh, approaching me with a whip, a studded one to be exact. I looked up to meet his gaze. If only I could loosen these straps, that bind me to this godforsaken chair. All my thoughts were scrambled, I could think straight. That's when..I felt the whip come in contact with my face. The pain I only bit my lip to conceal it. Looking at me with that satisfied smirk, my torturer raises his hand, bring the whip to hit against my bare hands and legs. I felt the tears begin to form, the man continued to laugh. Every hit was like a knife cutting though my skin (:p the studs) I thought it would never end, but it did. I was again breathing heavily, shaking from all the pain.
I noticed my torturer rummaging through his "toys" and I watched like the pitiful prisoner I was. With his back turned I made an attempt to loosen the straps, wiggling my arms to and fro.
"You little brat, don't even think about escaping."
The man stated, without even turning his attention to me.
"Why're you doing this to me?" I questioned only to receive that same laugh as a response.
"Why else do you think? Your a ghoul, I'm a human. You hurt us. We hurt you. Plain and simple." He answered pulling out a syringe with a strange peachy orange liquid in it.
"Now hold still. It's time to take your medicine."
Before I could object a hand clasped over my mouth, I felt the syringe stabbed through my skin in a rather rapid motion. The liquid was injected, even as I squirmed. Suddenly I felt...human...almost as of the ghoul part had left my body. Horror struck my eyes, as I saw another person enter the room holding a butcher knife, the man on the other hand pulled the syringe out cleaning it.
"It's time to chop some meat!" The person said, his faced covered in bandages but with the exception of one eye clearly visible, a maniacal nature filled it. Slowly approaching me, he used the knife to pick up my chin, my heart raced. What could he do..? Now that I was vulnerable?
Sweat seeped from my head, slowly following a path down my cheek. Eventually of the examination, the man (my torturer.) gave a signal to the maniac. In which I felt, a dry hand grab my own. He counted the fingers one by one.
"1, 2, 3...oh what glee. 4, 5, 6 which one to pick? 7, 8, 9 it's almost time. And 10! The one who's left to end!"
Putting my hand firmly against a table beside me, the psychopath cut off my finger. 'Impossible! Even though the flesh and bone!' I thought my eyes widened in astonishment, but then I thought of the serum. Loosing track of time, one by one my fingers were chopped off. No longer having any fingers that remained. The man, forcefully shoved some human flesh...down my throat. And the healing process began. All of my fingertips back in their rightful place.
"Shall we have more fun Dollie~" the psychopath still within my presence. Caressed my face. The feeling brought shivers down my spine. In the process of the maniac being "infatuated "with my skin. I continued what I had began earlier; loosening the belts that binded me down. I notice my arms were slightly free. 'I need a distraction.' The only materials near me were, this man. I let out a sigh. At least my arms were free. Finally, the belt gave up, my hand was free to move whenever ready and so I did, punching the guy in the face, he screamed, taken aback by the surprise attack. I quickly undid the straps holding my feet.
My torturer tried tackling me down, but with my agility I managed to dodge him. Now I was face to face with the duo, they circled around me. Like a predator stalking it's prey, only this time I mentally noted 'It's their time to be the, prey' They charge...and I stood there with a wide toothy smile...
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Well, This part of this story will probably take up 2 chapters. So I decided to write the fight scene in the next chapter. Thank you for reading I appreciate it ^_^. Motivates me to write more. Anyway hope you enjoyed!
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~No Longer Human~
FanficJasper Nishikawa was your average college student. He lived alone in Tokyo, all of his family members had left, leaving him to support himself. Jasper never thought anything would change, until one day. He got caught in an accident, one so serious...
