Vengence

Vengence

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I'm in need of a cover! If you make them, please message me so we can work something out :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Revenge." He states. "My cause, is based on revenge, but will turn out to be so much more. Now, you can either be apart of it and join, or" he turns and point to the mass I'd forgotten about, "you can be the entertainment, like her." I turned and looked, and to my horror, I found were the stench of death was from. The "mass" is actually what is left of a mutilated girl. Her once white skin is now littered with gaping cuts and bruises, and her skin is now blue with death. From my angle, I can see her right hand is broken and horrifically bent back into a naturally impossible angle. Her leg has bone showing from large pieces of skin and muscle missing, and her ankle was broken and bent underneath her body. She was naked, and missing a breast, and the festered wound looks like it was ripped off. Her neck was unnaturally stretched and bent as well, and a smile was carved onto her face. Both eyes were gone, leaving bloody black holes in their place. It looked like animals tore into her torso, tearing off flesh from her ribs and abdomen, letting her intestines spill out like pale sausage, and her ribs gleamed like polished piano keys. "So, my dear," the man says while using his hand to turn my trembling body to face him. "What do you say?"
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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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