Has it been days? Weeks? Months? I honestly didn't know. With the passage of time coupled with the continuous pain, I stopped counting and my sense of time became clouded. In this dark room that had no connection to the outside day cycle every moment felt the same, the only difference being the person who brought me suffering changing from time to time. Sometimes being John, the sadistic pig or a person that likely worked for him that announced himself as Garry, a delusional psychopath that used me as a means to ease his frustration and hate towards John
And now was one of those times
"I HATE YOU! I WANT TO KILL YOU SO BADLY YOU IDIOTIC FATASS. WHAT A PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A LEADER"
He had tied my arms behind my back and whipped me continuously as I stood half naked with my back, which was full of fresh bloody wounds and scars, towards him. It was always the same thing, every time he came in this room he always chose to whip me, I didn't know the reason. He probably just didn't want to get close because he was afraid he would get blood stains on his clothes.
As he started sweating after several whips, he poured the miraculous red liquid on my body. After taking it so many times it had lost its warmth and peace of mind effect it once had on me. I now sadly didn't feel anything when taking it.
After pouring the last drop of the liquid he told me the same line he always said after finishing torturing me
"Don't worry little kid, some day I will kill that pig and save you. He is a real psychopath isn't he? Bringing a kid here… Don't worry…I will kill him and get revenge for you" he said sympathetically while looking at me in the eyes
It was a face I hated, one that gave me pure disgust and anger every time I saw it
After he was gone I was once again left alone with my thoughts
'When will I be let free? When will this hell stop? Is there… no hope for me? No! He said he will let me live! He didn't need to say that but he did, meaning he meant it… but… how much longer-'
The sound of a door creaking interrupted my thoughts
"Hello there little fella! Are you ready for the grand ending? Or should I say… your grand ending?" John said as he burst through the door with his signature smile on his face
"W-will it finally end?" I asked with a hint of expectance
"You want everything to end? I guess using you too much got you crazy… well whatever" He sighed
I wasn't paying attention to what he said as I was hung on the little shred of hope that appeared before me
'After this… I will finally be free!' I thought
After that he sat down in front of me and started cutting my fingers off with one of his tools, which didn't really hurt that much anymore. After all the things he had done, especially to my fingers, even after getting that red liquid I was unable to feel them anymore… or maybe I just got used to it.
John, visibly frustrated by my lack of reaction tore through the piece of cloth they had given me for a shirt, went behind me and hit my back with a steel rod he had grabbed from the background, which also did almost nothing to me since I had spent so many days whipped to unconsciousness
"You fucker!"
After seeing that it also had little to no effect on me he began punching me. With a single punch I was sent across the room and the chair I was tied in broke from the impact of hitting the wall. The pain was considerably less than the first time he did it but the damage to my body wasn't, I coughed up a ton of blood
I was punched again and again until I was left at the brink of death as usual. He then poured the red liquid on my broken body, my twisted arms and legs healed and my ribs were fixed but the metallic taste of blood still lingered in my mouth
"You are no fun" he said with an annoyed face
But I didn't care. Soon, everything would be over
"But… I am sure this will cheer you up!" John said while looking down at me with a smile. He raised his hand behind my back and then, without a sound
"-"(pretend this is a sound effect for a hit in the back of the neck)
I blacked out once again and woke up to my head and hands being stuck inside some sort of machine.
From what I could see from my point of view, it was a tall metallic structure that had an angled blade at the top… it reminded me of…
An unknown fear rose inside of me, what I was in was a guillotine and even if I didn't remember what that exactly was, I could tell from the way it was and the terrible fear in me that it wasn't something I could survive against.
"W-wait, you said you would let me live!" I shouted at John who in turn looked at me weirdly
"What do you mean? I never said anything like that though… Did you get crazy?"
"What are you saying? You told me when you were first torturing me that you would let me live!" I said desperately
"Well… whatever you say…" He shrugged while going to get something from the background
"Do you remember these poor guys? Well… it seems like they didn't quite make it hahahaha" he said as he burst in laughter. In his hands he had the heads of the father and the child that I had saved. They had greenish skin and the blood that was sprayed on them had long dried out; he probably had found and killed them weeks ago.
I stared at him with rage as tears came out of my eyes after a long time. I may have had some hate for the father's actions towards me, especially when I first came here but the kid had nothing to do with it, why did he have to kill the kid too?
But more than anything, saving them was the one thing that kept me going in this hell, that what I had done helped people, that me being here wasn't without reason… that my pain wasn't meaningless
And that hope was now gone and it was instead replaced with utter despair and hate, hate towards the man called John Brown
"Well, now that's a good face! Too bad this is the end hahaha, be careful not to annoy strong people on your next life too" he said while laughing hysterically
He immediately cut the rope and the angled blade came down at an incredible speed, cutting my head with ease
My body that was previously twitching around trying to get out stopped moving and fell on the floor while blood sprayed from where used to be my head