The death of a mind

The death of a mind

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His strong bloody hand grips your neck tightly pinning you to the wall holding you up off the floor. You struggle in his grip, also struggling to breath with his chocking death grip. He drops you to the floor "pathetic" he yells in your face. You look up to his blood red eyes. the corners of his lips rise up giving you a glimps of his pointy jagged teeth. "See you tomorrow night doll" he says as you suddenly rise up from your bed, it happened again you had the dream again. You shutter from the cold night breeze that flows through your windows. "what does it mean?" you ask your self "why is there a demon haunting your dreams?" Theses are just some of the questions that fill your mind every night. "What will come of this" you say out loud as if someone were listening. But for this night your all alone.
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The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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