>>8070202You wish for it to be quick, mercifull, painless.
"It" fails to hear your wishes.
You die a slow painfull death.
It has you pinned to the floor with some several extra limbs then you posess, despite your struggles it holds you unyeilding in it's grasp,
"the harder I struggle, the worse the pain" you think through the red haze that clouds your mind, and stop your attempts at escape.
It starts with your nails, slowly removing them one by one, with almost surgical precision, but that does not stop waves of pain rushing over your mind, almost crippling you.
Next it moves onto your fingers and toes, slowly stripping them away untill all that remained was neatly piled out infront of you.
your shins and forearms are next, broken in two, not that you can remember much through the mist that covered your eyes, or the convulsions that ran through your body.
You force open your eyes through the pain that engulfs you.
You force yourself to look down, to find the lower half of your body gone, taken, stolen from you.
Your head lulls back as you die, on your kitchen floor, helpless, mutilated and destroyed.
You wake, feeling thirsty, you decide to venture downstairs, but not before minimizing the page you are currently looking at...
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