No… this has to be some kind of joke right. I just spoke to her a few days ago. There's no way right, there's no way she's dead… right!?… right!!?… I promised dad. I made an oath, but she's covered in blood?
But why, what's she doing out here she was in her room when I left... Why is her entire body mangled with wounds?... What the f**k has this asshole done to her.
[L-uke— I'll f**king kill you]
[Woah!, I told you not to get too excited… you I'll have your turn. Hopefully you'll be more energetic than she turned out to be her face was such a moping mess that it killed the fun out of things]
Hnghhh!…
[How could you— she was like your mother too. She had nothing to deal with this— I swear Luke, forget what I said— you'll f**king pay for this…]
[At this rate you might actually break out of the chains… or your hands. I can't have that now, so you'll need to take a little nap for me]
[I'll be going now… the rest should be done sweeping out the place]
[Yes, Yes go ahead, I would like to be left alone for the time being, plus tell the others there should be no survivors even if they surrendered… we can't have future competitions with how scarce supplies are becoming all around, it's best to eliminate all trouble from the bud]
[I understand, you sadistic freak]
[I may be a sadist but remember it's because of this sadist that you're not currently six foot under like the others. So you better know where your gratitude lies]
[... You have my thanks, but I believe it was a mutual agreement on our part]
[Tsk don't be silly, I could end you right here and not a single word would be uttered, plus we'll have one less mouth to feed. The only reason you're still alive is because you have your use, nothing more— stop getting ahead of yourself woman]
[Jeez you give them a little benefit and they think they're entitled to it all… moving on let's say we begin our reunion, old friend. We have a lot to catch up on]
When I finally regained consciousness it was certainly not pleasant… I was in complete darkness once more. But what was different this time, apart from the pitch blackness around me, was that my eyes and head were throbbing in an intense and unbearable pain, one that made it incredibly hard to think straight. The only thing I knew was that I was sitting on something or more precisely strapped to a chair. My senses were definitely playing with me, I had never been so eager to want to feel or hear something since. I was surrounded in absolute darkness and silence was the only tone around.
My senses were going haywire because of the neverending cycle resulting in an even greater and intense pain I felt in both my eyes and head.
[Luke!...Luke!!]
To my surprise I was met without a response. I couldn't tell what was going on or how long I've been out cold, or if this was even part of Luke's idea, cause after something I could only call the most unbearable hours of my life my body began adapting to the searing pain and darkness, it was finally subsiding allowing me chance to think more clearly. I thought I was blindfolded again. That doesn't seem to be the case. I don't feel anything around my head plus I'm opening and closing my eyes just fine. What does seem to be the problem is that… I can't feel my eyes…
[So how does it feel Reo… you having the time of your life.]
[Luk-e… Luke is that you]
[What do you think genius… No matter. So, how does it feel? Hope losing your eyesight isn't causing you too much trouble]
[What- what, did you do to me!?]
[You should have figured it out by now, here I'll give you a hint in my hands now are a pair of eyeballs. Can you guess which one?]
[... Did you seriously blind me in the name of revenge? What kind of sick joke is this… you took my mother away from me and now you take my sight too… do you think I'll just let this kind of torture take arms, I might have felt guilty before but now I swear I will bury you myself]
[You think this, you think that. How scary— settle down ghost of sparta, we've only begun. You think blinding you while you were unconscious was the torture come on now you think very little of me. See I heard that whenever a human loses one of their senses the rest becomes heightened to counteract that loss, think of it like a super version of your former self… in the case of losing the sense of sight the others should be maxed out right about now. well what do you say, shall we put it to the test?]
Arghhhhh!!!
That was the day I experienced true hell. From then on it was like being trapped in an internal prison while being tortured by the devil himself. Before he did anything he made sure that my senses were absolutely heightened, before he stabs, pricks, pulls, before he does anything of the sort he brings a putrid odor to my nose, then he shoves it down my throat before calling out my name. He followed that order every single time right before he pulled a nail of my finger on anything else. He was trying to create something of a hypnotic rhythm that my body would subconsciously follow. Because of the pattern that my body was now familiar with everything he did felt much worse I don't know how, but it was growing worse each time he did it.
I tried so many times to at least make reason as to why he was acting this way. Only one question lingered in my mind, why?What does he gain from all this? At this point I couldn't care less as to how many times I was getting tortured. The more pain I felt the more satisfaction he felt… So I figured he wasn't doing it for something as petty as revenge anymore, such sick savagery couldn't come from that, it was rather him indulging in the pleasure of another misery… a real demon was what was right in front of me dancing at the sorrowful scream of another.
[I hope you haven't lost your will yet… you haven't screamed for a long time that I'm getting real bored from all this]
[Wh-at cough!, do yo- gain fro- all cough!, this]
[So you are still able to talk, I thought you burst your windpipe for some reason or so]
[If yo-u hat-ed me so m-uch, w-hy m-an-ipul-ate you-r way in-to my lif-e? W-hy play dea-d for so lon-g, why go thr-ough all t-his?]
[Ahh, well seeing as you are so eager for that I might as well share my tale— it's because I can. I met some couple of guys that had similar objectives as I did. So I said screw it, and look how great it turned out I can't say it's anything special but it's certainly better than how I would have been if I stuck around here]
For some reason that answer left me disappointed… could it be because there was no meaning as to why he did all this. I wanted to believe it was all because of anger or at least I was suffering because of something meaningful. But now you're telling me I went through all this… my mom and I went through all this because of this bastard sadistic nature to indulge in self pleasure.
My voice is too hoarse and my strength is dried out to even express a single reaction. But either it was out of will or I was just too dumbfounded at his answer that anger swelled up even more than getting stabbed over and over again.
[Do-n't f**k w-ith m-e— Luke!!]
I could feel my hands burning so intensely that it faded most of the pain aching all around my body and for some reason the straps to the chair were undone. I don't know if I had wiggled too much that it had loosened enough for me to slip through. But I couldn't care less. All I wanted was just one thing right now. To f**king beat the life out of this sick freak until my hands gave out or until I croak whichever came first.
Eh!... How did he break out the chair, that thing didn't even budge when he was at full strength. Uh! The straps have turned to dust but how the hell did that happen. Don't tell me he's a-
[Luke— I'll kil-l you Luke]
I had no idea why I was having this much energy, it was probably from an adrenaline rush and I couldn't be more grateful for my body responding to my feelings right now. For I had Luke right in my arms I think he stabbed something in me but I couldn't be sure at this stage. I don't think I can feel a thing if he's not using that hypnosis effect and with the adrenaline rush it's probably cancelling out whatever sensation I have left.
[What gives, why aren't you going down— let go]
What's with this psycho!? I'm practically stabbing over and over but he's not even flinching even with how much blood he's losing, he should have died twice now but his grip is definitely inhumane…
[I'll make you wish you were never born]
F**k!, this psychopath is out of his mind… I might actually die for real!?
[Get your hands of me you walking corpse]
[Die!]
I'm f**king going to die! Yiekk!!!
Thump!
Uh is he?… so much for acting all riled up he couldn't even throw a punch before kicking the bucket.
[Tch… That's what you get for scaring the shit out of me Jackass]
[Uh, he's dead— I wasn't done having fun with him… what a bummer. Might as well start sorting out the resources… I wonder if I can get Kathy to poison the others]