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When Death Came a Knockin'
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
A green acid spewed from a pipe in the wall. That's what I woke up to after a blunt object left me unconscious.
A dark figure stood there, no defining features exposed. He gripped what seemed to be a solid rod of metal, and was practicing swinging it back and forth.
A cloth was wrapped tight around my mouth, and the knot in the back seemed to forge an indentation in the back of my head.
Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. I was shivering, and my limbs couldn't move, they were tied to the chair I was seated at.
The figure dropped the steel, and it clunked to the concrete in a startling bang. It reached over to the wall where the pipe was leaking. Hanging from it were various weapons, with spikes and jaggs and points.
I looked down at my leggings and tanktop; They were covered in holes, and underneath were deep lacerations. My mind tossed. I was dizzy. I was soaked in my own blood. My stomach was upset. I was shivering.
The figure had an item in hand, a long one. It slumped over its large knuckles. He swung it. The material was that of a belt, with nails poked through it.
They lodged deep into my skull. My blond hair quickly became darkened to a red shade. My brain ached. It had no clue what had hit it. With a quick tug, the spikes were out now. I was bleeding internally, all over. That's when it went back for the rod, and swung at my head again. I heard a crack, and bits of my skull caved into my brain. The End.
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Drip.
Drip.
A green acid spewed from a pipe in the wall. That's what I woke up to after a blunt object left me unconscious.
A dark figure stood there, no defining features exposed. He gripped what seemed to be a solid rod of metal, and was practicing swinging it back and forth.
A cloth was wrapped tight around my mouth, and the knot in the back seemed to forge an indentation in the back of my head.
Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. I was shivering, and my limbs couldn't move, they were tied to the chair I was seated at.
The figure dropped the steel, and it clunked to the concrete in a startling bang. It reached over to the wall where the pipe was leaking. Hanging from it were various weapons, with spikes and jaggs and points.
I looked down at my leggings and tanktop; They were covered in holes, and underneath were deep lacerations. My mind tossed. I was dizzy. I was soaked in my own blood. My stomach was upset. I was shivering.
The figure had an item in hand, a long one. It slumped over its large knuckles. He swung it. The material was that of a belt, with nails poked through it.
They lodged deep into my skull. My blond hair quickly became darkened to a red shade. My brain ached. It had no clue what had hit it. With a quick tug, the spikes were out now. I was bleeding internally, all over. That's when it went back for the rod, and swung at my head again. I heard a crack, and bits of my skull caved into my brain. The End.
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