The TV flickers on with a buzz as you awake. You find yourself strapped into a leather chair in what seems to be a metal room. You look at the walls, they are the first things which catch your attention. It's not the rust which scares you, it's the bloodstains on them. Then you focus on the chair your sat on, it to is covered in dried bloodstains. Your heartbeat is going at maximum speed now, and you struggle as you try to break free from the chair, but it's no use. Then you notice the TV, it's one of them old ones, the ones with the two separated ariels on top. On the screen, is you. You think it's CCTV, and you scan the room for any cameras, but there's none. You focus on you on the screen, and weirdly, there's no TV there, then you realise it's not CCTV. On the screen, your sat in the chair when suddenly spikes shoot from the walls into you. The real you screams, because even though the you on the screen isn't really you, you can still feel the spikes digging into your skin. The TV flashes, and suddenly the TV you is alive, no spikes in their...your skin, but you still feel them. This time, the TV you is sat still, when their... Your feet set alight. In a matter of seconds the TV you is fully on fire, and even though your not, you fell the intense heat shoot through your body. The TV flickers once more, and the TV you, once again, is fine, but you can still feel the pain from the darts and the fire. On the TV though, the walls are different , no blood. You sit there, the TV you, patiently, almost, peacefully. Then, as if from nowhere, the TV you explodes into thousands of pieces, covering the once clean walls in blood. The weird thing was, as soon as this happened, the pain stopped. You sit horrified, realising the blood on the wall, is yours. The TV flickers for the final time, but this time, there's a face on the screen. The face is beaten, scarred ,bruised and disfigured in many ways. After a minute of working out, you realise the face is yours. The TV you says in a slurred voice " Are you sitting comfortably". You scream as you feel your body slowly tearing apart...
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