Short horror stories

Why it hurts

The pain. It's unbearable. He just watches, sharpening his blade, staring at me, just staring, watching as i cry. It's bright, so very bright, i guess monsters live in the light. He leaves to go grab something, I can see his bulbous head bobbing around, as if he's an animated corps. I look at myself, I can tell i'm dying, there's blood, so much blood, my chest is cut and slashed in so many places I can't count them all. There is bile leaking from my stomach, my intestines stretched at every where. I can see he's categorizing my insides, putting them in jars with others. I can feel blood dripping down my face, I look up, and I see dozens of other corpses, just skin tore open with a bone skeleton inside, and the bone is pure white, no blood, as if he licked them clean. There all hanging from chains attached to the ceiling, high, so high above. I see him coming back with a needle, filled with a clear liquid. He made a grunting sound and clicked his tongue as if trying to speak, when he finally decided I couldn't understand him he shrugged. Then he put the needle into a vain in my throat, and I went under.