Rusted silver chains wrapped around my wrists and hung me from the ceiling of the cement basement. My shoulders and arms ached from my weight pulling down on them. I gave up trying to hold myself up and let myself hang there. I avoided the men's gaze. They were all in black and had red faces. No eyes, no mouth, no nose, no anything, just red. I didn't understand how it was possible, but it scared me. Looking at them brought the memories back to mind from the last few hours. Every moment from them grabbing me, the ripping of my clothes, the forming brusies, or the suffocation of the gray cloth they shoved into my mouth...it all made my stomach turn. To my left was their table of toys. Axes, metal rods, whips, knives, etc. All scattered in a disorganized manner. Though there seemed to be everything else, there was nothing to end my suffering fast. The one thing that would have given me hope would have been a gun.
The leader of the group turned towards me. He chose his weapon from their table of toys. Squirming was of no use while hanging here by my wrists. My plead was one word. "Please." I said. It came out weak and mouse like. They all laughed at me and looked at me like I was an object. Worthless and no purpose for life. Their laugh sickened me. I was their toy. Only of use for their sick enjoyment. The leader raised his arm and brought it down hard.
They tortured me for hours. The room was now empty and quiet. Excruciating pain burned my body. Blood pumped from every cut and poured like sap from a tree. They left me there to be drained of life. I struggled for each breath till my body let out its last.
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