Post by NEVERLAND. on Dec 8, 2014 2:21:55 GMT
the real world.
The real world ever dwindled around her, the painful feeling that pounded inside her chest ever growing. The pain seemed to pulsate from her chest, like the irregular heart-beat of a dying human. She tried her best to refrain from groaning from the pain that struck her from the side every time she pushed an arm forward and grasped at the flat surface in an attempt to pull herself closer to the exist that only loomed feet away. However hard she would try to move her limb body across the slippery, hard-wood floor, stained with her own sanguine blood, it only moved her an inch or two, if she was lucky. Her desperate attempts towards the door were feeble and downright useless, as she knew if she didn’t hurry he would be back for her again.
She knew he was watching from somewhere—maybe a camera he had stationed on his “killing floor” or even from his seat in the back of the room. However, she didn’t care to look behind her, only focused on the exit in the distance.
The aches and pains grew, the cries of pain ever harder to resist. Every time she moved her arms her face contorted itself into an unintentional cringe. She continued to lose her alertness, her eyes would constantly flutter shut, as if her body was telling her to let go. But she wouldn’t succumb to the desire to be released from the agony—she continued to pull herself forward, no matter how loud the thumping of her own broken heart became within her ears.
With one last tug to her body, she was at the door and her arm was reaching for the knob. She had managed to squeeze it and turn it, scooted forcibly backward from the door’s force. She cried out, being put in agonizing pain from the hard door against her body. No matter how much it hurt, she continued to pull the door open—it seemed heavier than any door she had encountered before, being as weak as she was.
As soon as she pulled it open far enough to pull her body through, something of a taunting voice echoed into the air and the sound of heavy, clunking footsteps alarmed her, “Uh-uh-uh, Sweetie-pie!”
She suddenly became frantic, her breaths becoming shorter and short, her chest heaving against the cold pool of her blood. She let out a shriek as a pair of hands grasped around her ankles and her body was pulled back to its starting position. She was rolled over onto her back and her face examined by the man who pulled her back before he began toward the door, pushing her last hope back shut again. The sun-light that once poured into the room was diminished and she was once again left in the dimly lit room she had been trapped inside.
“So silly of you to continue trying when you already know there is no hope left for you…” he muttered to her, approaching her once more. He took a hand to caress the top of her head, running his fingers through her auburn hair. “I’m actually quite surprised you survived this long, really—the way you were able to pull yourself over to that door was fairly astonishing.”
His voice grew further and further away as she slipped out of consciousness. His blue eyes were focused upon hers. As soon as she began slipping away once more, a hard slap to her cheek brought her back.
“Stay awake! This is my favorite part,” he began, pausing to walk over to a table which a pair of pliers were laid upon. “Now you’ll get to experience the real world, my sweet.”
He began to pull her teeth out, one-by-painful-one as she cried and whimpered her last pleads.
She knew he was watching from somewhere—maybe a camera he had stationed on his “killing floor” or even from his seat in the back of the room. However, she didn’t care to look behind her, only focused on the exit in the distance.
The aches and pains grew, the cries of pain ever harder to resist. Every time she moved her arms her face contorted itself into an unintentional cringe. She continued to lose her alertness, her eyes would constantly flutter shut, as if her body was telling her to let go. But she wouldn’t succumb to the desire to be released from the agony—she continued to pull herself forward, no matter how loud the thumping of her own broken heart became within her ears.
With one last tug to her body, she was at the door and her arm was reaching for the knob. She had managed to squeeze it and turn it, scooted forcibly backward from the door’s force. She cried out, being put in agonizing pain from the hard door against her body. No matter how much it hurt, she continued to pull the door open—it seemed heavier than any door she had encountered before, being as weak as she was.
As soon as she pulled it open far enough to pull her body through, something of a taunting voice echoed into the air and the sound of heavy, clunking footsteps alarmed her, “Uh-uh-uh, Sweetie-pie!”
She suddenly became frantic, her breaths becoming shorter and short, her chest heaving against the cold pool of her blood. She let out a shriek as a pair of hands grasped around her ankles and her body was pulled back to its starting position. She was rolled over onto her back and her face examined by the man who pulled her back before he began toward the door, pushing her last hope back shut again. The sun-light that once poured into the room was diminished and she was once again left in the dimly lit room she had been trapped inside.
“So silly of you to continue trying when you already know there is no hope left for you…” he muttered to her, approaching her once more. He took a hand to caress the top of her head, running his fingers through her auburn hair. “I’m actually quite surprised you survived this long, really—the way you were able to pull yourself over to that door was fairly astonishing.”
His voice grew further and further away as she slipped out of consciousness. His blue eyes were focused upon hers. As soon as she began slipping away once more, a hard slap to her cheek brought her back.
“Stay awake! This is my favorite part,” he began, pausing to walk over to a table which a pair of pliers were laid upon. “Now you’ll get to experience the real world, my sweet.”
He began to pull her teeth out, one-by-painful-one as she cried and whimpered her last pleads.
words. 600some, @nobody, short notes.
by neverland of adoxgraphy 2.0.