'Accident.'

The Oubliette

Uhhhh- yeah warning- this chapters a bit, 'hey how ya going-' it's kinda gorey- and pretty gross- so yeahhhhhhh- the next ones gonna be like this aswell tbh- just a bit different- and a bit more sensitive to a topic then this one I guess lolllll- Aight enjoy bye- you have been warned-
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I woke up, it felt like I had been out for days. But it was probably only a singular day. My head was banging and I felt like throwing up. I glanced around- figuring out I was in the oubliette, I freaked out.

"..Calm Down Dominic..You're overreacting." Came a voice from behind me. I was lying in what looked like a hospital bed, there were these things at the side of my head, keeping me from moving my head, I was also strapped down, leather straps on my wrists, keeping my arms spread out side to side, and my legs just strapped down at the ankle normally. I started to control my breathing, I didn't want to have another stress attack. My shirt was also off, I felt extremely uncomfortable- I hate having any of my personal body parts revealed.

"..F..F-Father John..?" I sniffed.
"..Yes Dominic, it's me." Said Father John.
"..P-P..P-Please..I..I-I'm not a m-monster..!" I cried, but he ignored me, like my mother did. I looked around- it was quite dark. Suddenly I almost got blinded, there were big lights in front and next to the bed. Father John approached me, he was insight. He was wearing a long black outfit and had a bible in his hand. I whimpered.

"..Now Dominic, I want you to countdown from 100 for me." Said Father John, putting down his bible.
I just nodded, and started counting down. He pulled out some weird tool and stabbed the side of my torso, hitting my bone.
"..N..N-Ninety..o-one.." I'd sniff,
He would rotate the tool clockwise, drilling into my bone, I started to feel nauseous again.
He then proceeded to take the took out, rotating it anticlockwise, I passed out.

Father John put the stuff that was left on the tool in a little glass circle, then put the lid on.
Father John stared at me. He started sticking a bunch of needles in me, injecting every. Single. One. Into me. Although I didn't notice, I had fainted pretty bad. He drilled a lot of those tools into my bones, putting them in the glass circles, I felt myself get weaker everyday he did this.

It was probably day 4 of this torture, I had too many wounds to count..I was covered in marks from needles. This time he did the tool..But..To my head?! I couldn't freak out because the weights holding my head in place. I yelped as he drilled into my skull. He pulled out the tool and put it in the glass circle. I couldn't stand this anymore, he was lashing me everyday, making me weak, giving me pills and injections. I'm afraid on what he's going to do next. I just..I just want to die, go live in a world that I make forever, no torture, just..Suzy and Sam..and Agnes..And everybody who cared about me..I can't take this much longer. He's been starving me, torturing me, why can't he just..let me go..

Father John sliced down my torso with a sharp kitchen knife, my skin splitting open. He opened my torso up- I wanted to vomit- I..I can see my organs! I gagged.
"..Stop being such a baby, Dominic. I thought you were stronger then this, we need to fix you." Said Father John.
"..I don't need fixing! I'm fine! There's nothing wrong with me!" I exclaimed.
He just shook his head. He started to do things to my insides, changing them, sticking needles in them, I was bleeding from the inside. I felt really, I felt really odd.. I can't take this anymore..Please..make it stop..MAKE IT STOP! The pain..THE PAINS EXCRUCIATING!