Who would have thought that something like this...could happen to me. The way things happened were not meant to be. I was pushed down, beaten up, tortured until I could take no more. But that wasn't enough, no, not for him. He would keep trying new things 'til I could feel no more. Chains, acid, needles, much more. Nothing would please him until my breath ran short. I would plan my escape but all attempts were futile he knew what he was doing, and I would not get out alive. To him it was a game, his way of getting off, he didn't feel the pain so he didn't mind. The screams fueled his fire, my fears quenching his thirst, when will this end...will it ever end?
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Short Stories
RandomShort stories that pop into my head that I will most likely never turn into fully written ones.
