Warning! This chapter contains blood, needles, gorey topics, gorey actions, just messed up things in general. This is unsettling and disturbing for plenty of people and can be sensitive to many mentioned topics.
Time passed by so slowly, I've been strapped to this table for 3 hours what the hell are they doing? The door suddenly opened and 3 men in black cloaks rushed in one with sergical tools and the other holding a seringe with a deep scarlet color. The 3rd man was my own father, he was holding a knife. It had a dark wooden handle and a sharp silver blade.
They were speaking to eachother in some foreign language I've never heard of before. The man with the sergical tools creeped closer to me and cut through the thin grey shirt I had on, my bare chest not feeling the air from all these years of endless tourcher. He threatend me in a rusty voice "be quiet if you know what's good for you." I clenched my jaw shut as my father's sharp blade cut deep across my chest. My hot blood seeping from the wound spilling onto the table. They took the seringe and stuck the needle deep into my vein, the liquid was cold but burning me at the same time. Their words started sounding deep and slow as I lost my concicous..
In my mind I saw a silhouette
of a man, he was singing an old summoning hymn in a scratchy voice, The Man stopped, he opened his eyes and his eyes were black as night. His mouth opened slightly as if something was keeping it shut. "what's a young boy like you doing here?" He growled "I...I don't know. Who...what are you?" I questioned "Haha kid, I've been dying to meet you...litterally haha. you need to Save me..." Everything went dark and silent, there was a white glow in the black shadows that soon was consumed by the dark. I'm awake now, but my eyes won't open, I can hear but there's no noise. There was a liquid, thicker then water but thinner then glue, it smelled oddly of iron and was a bit sticky. I managed to squint my eyes open, I looked at my hands to see them dripping in blood, I was no longer on a table, I was sitting on the floor against a wall. The same knife father used to cut me open was on the floor, the entire object submerged in blood. Wait I was cut open I checked my chest and the cut has healed...how long have I been passed out? I opened my eyes a bit more to make sure that the cut was gone and there was just a scar left, I looked more around me, seeing 2 bodies with several stab wounds, but one was right infront of me...it was my father, his tounge and legs were cut off, and his arms were tied behind him tsk his face disgusts me. The look of fear on his face is stupid, I took the knife from next to me and slit his throat. His blue eyes were so diluted they looked so blank, I soon found myself cutting his eyes out. There was red everywhere, the room was pretty fun. Now where's the door?
~Chapter end~
Helloo readers, some of you might know that I am currently writing another story (it's called Roof Top, go check it out) and You may know that I have a horrible upload schedule, It takes me quiet a while to come up with ideas I also kinda suck at writing, along with this I have school but I will try to update once every 2 weeks for both stories. Hope you enjoyed it. Remeber stay safe, wash your hands, wear your masks, and have a wonderful day/night.