It was blacker than the darkest night
When first I arrived inside
The Kid was nowhere to be seen
Silence was all that came
Then…
…It all changed…
There was a laughter
One that haunted my darkest dreams
Surely it couldn’t be
No, not this!
The darkness faded to an all to familiar sight
Shown in black and white a voice could be heard
I ran for escape but was pulled back
Flying towards the wall
My body slammed hard and the sickest
Most twisted voice said
TIME TO RELIVE YOUR DEATH!
Just like that I was let go
I tried to run but every door and hall
Led back to the same place
This place twisted and changed
Molding to allow no escape!
It was impossible it seemed
Endlessly running
Only to wind up in the same
Tormented nightmare
NOTHING FUCKING CHANGED!
Eventually I heard a banging at a door
It was the bedroom door the night we all died
We had slept and everything played again
The moment the lock was picked
An inhumanely sick man
A smile on his face
Walking right in
Death, his game
I watched as he entered my room
There I slept, 21 at the time
Visiting from college
Something that was supposed to be Thanksgiving
Now going to be the twisted night
Of our killing…
The man just stood there
The same sick smile on his face
Watching me
Caressing my body
Feeling every curve
Then I woke up
Screamed for help!
The man just smiled and waited
My Dad entered first
He was met with an axe to the face
Falling over in pain, he tried to fight in vain
The man slowly pulled out the axe and began chopping again…
…and again…and again…
He did this many times
I still feel shame for being so afraid
I could only scream my fathers name
This man chopping up his body
That’s when my Mom came in…
He grabbed her by the hair
Threw her up against the vanity and smiled at me
Before smashing her face into the mirror
Slowly picking up glass and carving off her face
He continued to slice her body slowly
My Mom was still alive for much of the time
The man, kept cutting her again and again
Death was something that would eventually come
However, not before he gave her a few thrusts
With the glass in his hand that is
Eventually he cut her head off
Then threw it at me
I remember screaming
Having trouble trying to breathe
None of it mattered
As he got into my bed and had his way with me
It was slow, and he did it…again…and again
He forced me into so many different positions
Relishing every second of his sick game
He had robbed me of my family
He was now robbing me of my virginity too
So much for my eventual happy marraige someday
Instead some sick fuck was going to have his way with me
I remember watching this past version of myself
I remember being traumatized as each hour
Time reset
I now had to watch it all over again
Unable to move
Unable to speak
This place tormented me
I watched as this man felt me up
I watched as he forcibly made me choke on his cock
Only after he ripped out all my teeth
He said, there would be no biting for me
Reset
He rapes me again
Reset
I see my family get butchered again
Reset
I watch him string up my Dad’s body parts
Reset
He has his way with what’s left of my Mom’s corpse
Reset…
Every hour
On the hour
I listened to my helpless screams
Seemingly they were a turn on for him
A man in a house
Way out of the way
No neighbors for miles
It was supposed to be a safe place
Instead it was the endless nightmare
The Clocktower replayed
Tormenting my mind
I fell to my knees crying…
I prayed it would end
The sick, fucked up suffering!
It did not
For another hour went by
I witnessed the gurgled chokings
Of my Dad
Helpless after the initial axe attack
Again…
There goes Mom
Again…
I’m tortured, he’s peeling off my skin
Again…
He is smiling!
If that was not enough
The next part would be
The moment he sawed my head from my body
You see, even if you wish for Death to take you
Even after the worst humiliation
The worst pain and suffering
Even then…I was crying what I could
He’d already carved out my tongue by that point
It was even then, I was afraid to die
Through tears it did not matter
The man collecting my skin
He took it with him
The only words he said were
For my collection…
Reset…
I cry in despair
Reset…
Is there no end to my psychological destruction
Reset…
Not…again…
Reset…
WHYYYYYYYYYY????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHYYYYYYYYYY????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHYYYYYYYYYY????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHYYYYYYYYYY????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nauseous, I vomit on the floor
Reset…
I’ve run out of tears
Reset…
I’m a quivering mess having to witness all again
Reset…
I try to close my eyes but can’t
Then…it all ends…
Reset…
The Clocktower changes everything
SARA! We are not done…
The voice brings me fear
My eyes wide with fright
The room is now some twisted mess
Body parts everywhere
A mirror in front of me
In the mirror is a more demented version of me
A smile on her face
She mimes instructions way too happily
She shows me how to kill myself with a knife
Stabbing, flaying, so many ways
Reset…
It happens again
Reset…
It’s pure psychological conditioning
Reset…
I see all the ways
Reset…
They put a knife in front of me
Reset…
I put it to my throat…
-Reset-
Wow, so, I couldn’t even finish reading this one. Damn, this was more twisted than AHS You got me scared.
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Hiya…wow…I’m not even sure what to say to that. I mean thank you definitely! It actually got to you that much?
Well that makes it all worth it then.
Thank you so much! ^_^
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You’re welcome, and yeah, it freaked me the F*** out!
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Nihilism…no hope…wow!
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Thanks for that. I am sorry if my replies have been shorter lately. I move in 3 days or so. I’ve been busy but I want you and everyone to know I appreciate all of you and when I finally get settled into the new place, I’ll be back to being super active here again.
Thank you all so much! ^_^
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WordPress is like a gulping monster some days, although I love it and love the people! Take your time, don’t worry about replying. Moving is stressful so stay calm (LOL)!
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Thank you. That means a lot. I’m going to burn out and I can’t afford to do that.
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SDS, very scary to relive the worst of the worst, over and over again. Poor Sara. Well done! Please take good care. ~ Mia
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