Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory But it's a Horror Book

Chapter Fourteen 🍬 Screaming Never Works

A/N : CHILD TORTURE

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Veruca screamed out. She didn't know exactly why or even how she managed to in such a state. Perhaps she wanted a new toy, or a dress, or a ball, or a feast, or a new pet? Or perhaps she was yelling at her father to do whatever she demanded and get her all she wanted? Or maybe she was crying because she hadn't got what she wanted?

Maybe she was screaming because at this current moment, her legs and probably every single one of her bones were snapped in half.

Her legs were bruised, bones sticking at jagged and unnatural angles from her torn up skin. Her left leg was in a completely different direction, pointing upwards at her. Her other leg was nearly off. A line of blood and bone covered her knee and her ankles, and she could see the muscle through her tights. She screamed at the gorey sight once again, yelling for her father. She doubted she said anything properly, because to her she was speaking gibberish noises.

Blood dripped down her head, no matter how much she wiped it away. She felt the back of her skull to see how damaged she was. Turns out, she was pretty much useless there. She tore her hand away from her gaping wound, her hand dripping a scarlet liquid. The same red as her dress.

She screamed again, begging and demanding that her father aid her. It didn't work. She took this moment to try and figure out where she was and where the exit was. She identified the room as some sort of... Room full of trash. A museum of trash in fact. The room was covered with aged metal walls and gross wet yellow and brown sticky substance that seemed splashed around purposefully. The room was cylinder and about two stories high, and two stories wide. There was no print or any sort of notes to indicate what this place was supposed to be, or where exactly it was or how she could get out. Just silver metal and a scratched up warning sign right on the roof which, quite obviously, was unreadable at such a height.

She tried to get up. Emphasis on tried. She bent her neck, only to scream out in pain. Her head hit the floor below as a reflex, skin tearing even more as her head smacked the garbage below. Some trash even made it's way into her wounds. She gasped and cried out again, this time fully getting her back off the floor. She had never screamed like this before. Hell, she had never felt this much pain. Tears full of blood slipped from her eyes and she demanded to be let out.

"LET ME OUT!" She screeched through sobs and chokes. She tried to remember how she got there piece by piece. Maybe then she would figure out where she was...

Wonka... Geese... Eggdicator... Bad egg... Down the chute... The furnace...

Veruca bent her legs over. She screamed bloody murder for the millionth time, calling and crying and begging. She grabbed the trash beneath her, squishing it in her fierce grio. Dirty sticky wet juice and boxes and golden eggs and moulding candies and melted chocolate and all of the sorts clammed in the wounds in her hands which she had landed on and, obviously, broken.

She figured she couldn't walk. Not like this. She bent over onto her arms, leaning her entire body into her smashed up elbows. Her hands squished into the sticky substance and metallic smelling trash. She felt something hard and oddly shaped beneath the smelling mountain and instinctively she dug down, no matter how painful it was. Maybe something that could help her make her way out? A floor that could steady her? She would've thought it was a floor if it wasn't for the holes in the metal. She dug through squishy slices of... Something. Something that looked like rotten meat. It was aged, mould spreading over it and tiny individual holes covering every bit. She gagged at the smell and felt her stomach twist. Her back arched over and she yelled out. God, she wanted to get out of here. She continued to dig down until she felt the metal again. She threw trash out of her way, looking down to it. It was tiny steel grill floor with thousands of holes. It was dirty and substance dripped from it. Veruca came to the conclusion the juice was from the meat. She looked through the holes in the floor and peeked at what was underneath. Complete darkness. She couldn't she a thing. It was too dark.