As he puts the steel rods below me, my mind rushes. I try to make out what he's doing. The only thing I think of is being dropped into them. I can't get out of this. Even if I tried.
Once be finished placing the rods, he takes a knife, and dips it in some liquid. I don't know what it is, but he pokes at me with it, making tiny cuts in my skin. They burn. He then begins to make slices into my chest. It burns more than ever and I scream. The cuts burn. Then he splashes some liquid on me that smells like gasoline. My cuts burn even more. Then, he takes a match and lights it. My chest bursts into flames and my body starts burning.
All I can do is scream. The pain is horrible and I can't stop screaming. The flames stop and he takes a knife and gets to work, cutting me open and begins to take out my insides. I can't do anything.
All I know is that I will be fixed everyday and tortured again. One day seems like a year. And I will be here forever. At least maybe I'll get used to it...
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A Day in Hell
RandomFire. Flames. Heat. Screams... It's all I heard. I was in pain. I've never felt so much pain before. The last thing I remember was lying in my bed with my dads revolver pressed to my head. I thought I knew pain. I was wrong. The pain here was unexpl...
