Day 24

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The voices are back, I can't hear them or see them, but I know they are there. In fact, they offended my wife the other day. Unfortunately, I came to the conclusion that these voices were my own. I don't know how, given my vocal cords are badly damaged, but she said they were from me and that's why she despises me. I must be punished for hurting her. I requested for six fish hooks, thread, and a needle by writing on a ripped out piece of paper and holding it against the window. They were just delivered through the little slot I get my food from. The fish hooks will punish me and the needle will make sure it will never happen again. I started tying the thread to the fish hooks at equal lengths once they were done I plunged three into the top of my lip and the other three into my bottom. Streaks of metal tasting blood pooled in the bottom of my mouth, almost enough to make me choke. My wife told me with these fish hooks we were gonna play a game. She will ask me questions. If I get them wrong, a fish hook will be ripped out. If not it stays in. First question, where are we? In our house. RIP! The first fish hook is yanked out of my bottom lip. The pain was nearly unbearable, and the smell of blood was making me sick. This is true punishment. Next question, how old is Emily? Five. RIP! I'm am so confused, my answers are the truth, yet another hook is ripped out of my face. The new pain makes me wince and tears start to roll on my cheeks. Do I love you? Of course, I try to say, but only a gargle of blood comes out. RIP! Two hooks are torn out of my lip this time. My salty tears only add on to the new pain. Do you love me? I nod and then RIP! I spit out large quantities of blood. But I do love you to the moon and stars. If you did love me then why did you leave me? I didn't, I never would! RIP! Goes the final fish hook. The place where my lips used to be were torn and red with blood and inflammation. I tie the thread to the needle and proceed to sew my mouth shut. My wife and daughter are nowhere to be seen.

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