19 June 2012
Warning. Language. So if you don't like strong language then don't read this. XD Have a nice day:)
The pain pulses in electric waves through my body. They said it was going to be unpleasant but not freakin masochism. Crap I'm in so much pain I can't even hear my screams any more. But that might be because I'm hoarse. I can't tell. Crap, I can't tell any more. I writhe and gasp as my body unleashes new cascades of soul dissolving torture on itself. Why did I agree to this? I can't freakin remember anymore. Shitshitshitshitshit. Why doesn't it stop? Please, why don't they stop it? I can't even tell the difference between the burning hell that's rampaging through my veins and the angry, hot blood that is oozing out of the gashes and scratches on my arms, back, neck, I don't fucking know anymore. And they're watching as well. This is some sort of test, an experiment. Not fucking important enough for this freakin hell. But they gave me a choice. They gave me a damned choice! Me or Rosie. Me or my little girl. Why? Why did they do that? So I can't complain. Say that I had a choice, I chose this. But Rosie, my beautiful daughter. So near yet so far away. I'm drowning in this ocean of fucking evil when she's reluctantly dipping her toes in on the other side, unaware thst she's about to be pushed in. I hate them. They blackmail and hurt in the pretence of kindness and giving you options. How did the human race fall so far? They should- Crap. As soon as I've got some fucking consciousness back they turn it up. Shit this isn't even possible. I collapse onto my front and try to assemble my twitching body into a kneeling position. I gasp as the metal floor sends icey shards through my nerves, competing with the fire, not as an antidote but to see which power can kill me first. I'm shaking so freakin badly but I manage to look at the bastards at the control panel outside my transparent room. I think they got the message because one of them dropped his headphones and ran away. Yeah, right. Who am I kidding? He was going to get someone to incapitate me further. The only thing that kept any piece of sanity through this immeasurable pain was Rosie. Rosie Rosie Rosie. I'll beat them for her. If I give in then she doesn't have a future. Rosie. I heard footsteps and the pain suddenly disappeared with no traces it had been there at all apart from my scratch marks. I can't even remember how it had felt, even a few seconds ago. Shit, what are they going to do? 'Ah, Ms Collins, I'm afraid I must reveal some very grave news. But come with me. This is no place to discuss such matters.' Rosie. Oh god, if they've killed her... It couldn't be. Not Rosie. I sit in shocked silence for a few seconds then... 'You evil bastards! You killed her! My Rosie! My Rosie.' I broke down into tears. She was the only... They were going to regret this. They just killed their only bargaining chip with me. Oh, I won't get far but I'll take down every fucking person who gets in my way.
Rosie • Opuss № I