The story of my life (wattys2019)

Chapter 8

The car came to a stop in front of a big yellow house that had a big blue bar gate. I heard barking like that of a dog. I was amazed by the beauty of the house.

"Get down," Bill said. I slowly climbed down the car. We made our way through the front door, I hugged myself, slowly walking behind them. 

"Go inside!" Jim said, I looked at the room he had just opened, not exactly a room, but similar, except it, was small and contained no bed, with a closet and a window. The room was deemed due to the small light coming from the window. I was scared of the two men standing behind me. What if they decide to hurt me like that man. 

"Move! We don't have all day." Bill yelled in his hoarse voice and I flinched. Jim grabbed my right wrist dragging me to the darkroom, I struggled to break free but he was too strong. "Bad place for bad boys," he opened the closet and pushed me in locking the door. I banged on the door with my little hands. I watched through the holes as they left, leaving the main door open. I sank to the floor, resting my head on the wooden door. Tears crept down my cheeks and a small sob escaped from my lip. I missed mama and my friends. I wished it was all a nightmare, that when I wake up I'll see mama's bright smile and feel her gentle kiss, she'll call me baby and I'll giggle, she'll make me sandwich and I'll eat happily. We'll live joyfully once again. I closed my eyes and drifted to a soon to become a nightmare. 

I found myself in a cage, my foot and hands chained to the ground with a big chain. I looked around noticing bars around me, the bars were as red as a burning flame. Behind the bars lay magma surrounding the cage, a sort of island in the middle of an ocean, but in this case, the ocean is the magma from the volcano, then the island is the cage. The sky was dark grey, the air had a disgusting smell of burnt flesh. How did I get here? I ask. I tried moving my hands but it was firmly chained. And the ground was getting hot from the magma. I heard screams and cries from I don't know where. They were screams of torment and pain. I became scared. When I looked down at my body, I discovered I had no clothes, only a short covering my nakedness. My scars were different, they drew symbols, the burn on my left arm had the shape of a snake's head, while the scars from my cut drew a cross, not a holy cross but a bad cross like the symbol of multiplication. I had those crosses in place of my scars. I looked at my chest. Two big triangles with a large circle crossing them. The first triangle stood straight while the second upside-down, drawing a star of six legs, and the circle rounded it, in such a way that it passed through all of the six legs without swallowing them. I gasped. What's this?! I screamed. 

"Welcome to your home Alexander," a soft hoarse seductive voice said. I snapped my head in all directions but saw no one. W-who are y-you? I stuttered softly. 

"My identity doesn't matter, worship me and I'll make your life better," the voice said.

"Never! You ruined my life, if you are god then go to hell!" I yelled with the little courage I had. 

"No, I am not god but I am superior to him, I can change your life right now but you have to pay with your soul." Said the voice.

"My soul belongs to me, I can't believe you, can you bring back my mama, can you make Dada love me? Can you erase the scars from me? Can you erase my memory? No! You can't, no one can. So leave me alone I rather die than serve some non-existent God.

"The choice is yours either joy or torment?" The voice said in an amused tone. Just then beasts came out from nowhere, they held whips and knives, with other torturing instruments. 

I gasped with wide eyes, my breathing becoming faster, I didn't hear my heart pound. The beast had 666 written on their forehead, they had long teeth and ugly faces, some had horns with red eyes. They were scary. One of the beasts struck my bare chest with the whip and I screamed tears pouring out from my eyes.