An anthology of terror

Carpe aelurus

I hear footsteps. She is here again. My nightmare continues.

"I have a special treat for you today, but first, you are going to have to earn it." A robotic voice says that, over and over again. Will the treat be death? Will I be able to end this wretched life. Being buried, in a simple coffin sounds so peaceful. The comfort of the end is a fantasy that gives me hope.

I am being beaten again. I marvel over how the fact does not seem to surprise me anymore, how I don't feel the shock of every punch and slap. She is angry. I endure it all as I have been doing before, for I have no other option. I must always bear it silently with no ability to scream. I want to die already! If only I can commit sweet suicide! The nightmare is only getting worse. My chest is closed but my sister is still torturing me physically and mentally.

A screen appears before my eyes. I feel metal hooks pull my eyelids apart, forcing them open. I cannot blink. I can only stare. Only stare straight ahead. The metal digs into me, scratching away at my cornea. This is new, a new type of pain. I see scissors over my eyes, pulling away at my eyelids and cutting them away. Ow, this hurts, a lot. Instinctively, I try to blink, but that is impossible. This sensation is alien. I can't stop seeing. I can't stop breathing. Can't stop living. All I want is death.

My pet cat, Fluffernutter, is sitting before me. Sitting is not the right word, she is strapped down. Her fluffy fur is shaved off, is this what I think it is? The razor blade begins to skin her alive, she is shrieking in terror, trying to run away. I try to will my eyes to close, to spare myself of the horrendous image I know is coming, but I cannot. I remember when I got Fluffernutter. She was the fluffiest little kitten in the pet shop. She was the same color as her mother, a soft brown akin to creamy peanut butter. I saw her playing with a mouse toy in the corner of the cage, tumbling over herself. She was so cute! I knew immediately that this was the pet I wanted. I made such a good choice. She is a beautiful, lovely, playful cat. I am crying. Tears stream down my face.They are not even my own tears, rather, eye drops automatically placed in my constantly. The suffering of my pet, an innocent. It is too much! End this now! Please!

A knife dissects the neck of my poor cat; the jaguar vein is dissected out and directed at the camera. The wide horror filled eyes of my cat show my sister smiling. An uncomfortable silence reigns.

The vein is cut. Blood squirts all over the screen and it cuts out. The last thing I hear is the scream of my pet being killed. I have no ability to unsee this, I am forced to watched, forced to be present. No dignity is left, just tears, just the pain.

I wonder. Is that my fate? Will I be skinned alive? Will I be granted one last scream?