Phase 30 “The Horror”
He tried to run as quickly as he could, but his legs were not cooperating with him. As his heart rate accelerated, he kicked the air as hard as he could while simultaneously making a bumping sound with the chilly ground. He was well aware that if he were to be caught, he would perish in the blazing waters of hell.
He was breathing so hard and gasping for air, but he did not realise that he was genuinely crying. The pain in his heart was the worst; it felt like it was being shattered into a thousand pieces by a massive hammer. Just how could she treat him that way? His own mother really sold and gave him away to be abused by the animals until he became insane. Yes, the mother who gave birth to him but did not care for him after he was born. He was under the impression that his mother intended to make amends when she asked to see him a hundred times, but he was wrong; she really wanted to take advantage of him financially.
He suddenly pulled down and was kicked in the abdomen. He fought back, but he was outnumbered by his opponents. As he sobbed, screamed, and fell apart, he could feel those filthy hands begin to touch him and pull at the fabric of his clothing. After he kicked one of them in the face, the other three punched him in the stomach three times. Due to the fact that his efforts did not appear to be producing any results, he felt terrible weakness and exhaustion.
They bound his arms and legs, and then they started to touch him in the most humiliating way possible. As he closed his eyes and hoped it was just a bad dream, he let repulsive kisses run up his naked body. He shivered. Yet, the sharp nails left their mark on his body, tore his skin and pride to shreds until there was nothing left of either, drove him insane with the agony of being torn apart from the inside out, and hurt him in a way that would drive someone to commit suicide because of the depth of their shame.
It was not a one-off; the gang of animals who surrounded him laughed hysterically and eventually turned their attention to consuming his frail and defenceless body. As his spirit disintegrated into ashes, his mind closed itself off from the world around him. They forced their way in tears poured from his eyes and the room was filled with his piercing screams.
He gradually lost his sight and his consciousness as the excruciating pain caused his mental defenses to crumble and his sanity to escape him. He had the misguided belief that he would soon be free from all of the agony, but he was wrong. When he finally opened his eyes again, he found that he was chained and tied to a large metal table.
As he took in his surroundings, he became aware of how stuffy, hot, and odorous the cramped, dark chamber was. He despised the location, and it gave him the creeps to no end. Suddenly, the door in front of him that was made of iron opened, and a guy wearing a mask entered the room. As he prayed that the worst would not come to him, the chilly air chilled his naked body and sent chills down his spine.
To his utter consternation, the figure proceeded to a small oven and started heating up an iron stick. He was absolutely petrified by the prospect of what he anticipated would transpire. He was unable to yell for assistance or free himself because of the gag that was placed over his mouth as well as the chains that were placed over his wrists and feet. The figure in the mask approached him while smiling and looking closely at his face.
“You’re so beautiful; don’t you know that, Allen? But it’s a pity your flawless figure won’t ever exist anymore...” the voice was so creepy and hoarse; making him scream behind the gag.
After that, the figure went back to the oven, checked to see if the iron was prepared, and then took it with him to stand next to Allen. He proceeded to move the stick forward cautiously but firmly until it made contact with his skin. He shouted and sobbed, and tears poured out of his eyes as his flesh was charred and blistered to the point that it looked like boiling meat.
The man in the mask was heard laughing hysterically as he removed the stick from Allen's skin. As blood began to seep through the skin, the wound developed a dark blue colour, and then black. Even now, he could not hold back the tears. The suffering was too much for him to handle. And this went on and on. The figure heated up the iron, brought it close to his skin, and he screamed out in agony while the gag was on his mouth.
It continued doing so until Allen lost consciousness, but the agony was still there, tearing him apart despite the fact that he was no longer conscious. He did not know how many minutes or maybe even an hour had gone, but eventually he opened both of his eyes. He was so exhausted and weak, but it brought him solace when he realised that the room was empty.
When Allen looked down, he noticed that the colour of his legs had changed from red to blue to black. It was so revolting to look at that it made him feel like he needed to throw up. He rolled over onto his back and took a few deep breaths as he relaxed. He was completely oblivious to the events that led up to him being in this place. He attempted to recall what happened before he woke up in this chamber, but all he could recall was being raped by a group of savage men.
Allen desperately attempted to move his legs, but he was unable to do so. His efforts were fruitless. Even still, he was unable to feel them in any way. Because he was so terrified, he wept for the second time. How did things turn out this way? It was assumed that he would be a typical orphan who would go on to become an oncologist after completing his education. Yes, Allen was a typical college student, and getting into the school was not easy for him in the least.
Then Allen's thoughts went completely blank. It seemed as though he had forgotten something so important, but what exactly was it that he had forgotten? He gave it some thought, but he came up with nothing. When he felt pain on his legs again, he jerked, and the sensation was so excruciating that he let a few tears trickle out of the corner of his eyelids. The crimson flesh brought back a memory for him, but it was one that he could not place. Allen did not surrender; rather, he continued to think until the anguish struck him once more, but this time it was in his skull.
STOP! Allen screamed inside his head as he felt many images stormed his head. It felt like it would explode any second. Then everything turned black once again.