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18 September 2008 @ 04:28 pm
Drabble; Under  
This is what happens when I am less than happy. I have to torture someone. So I did.

Title: Under
No names mentioned
Rating: R for implied violence and abuse
Wordcount: 200 words sharp

The first one itched.
The second one stung.
The third one burned.
The fourth one hurt like hell
The fifth one told about never stopping
The sixth one made him cry
The seventh one had him screaming
The eighth one took his eyes
The ninth one took his tongue
The tenth made him grateful because he could sleep after

He couldn't see the sun but felt its heat stroke his skin. The air smelt stale and blood and he was so glad he couldn't see. Glad he couldn't scream. The broken glass under his feet splintered and exploded into his already bleeding soles, spreading small fires of pain into his burning veins.
He would never get out. He was trapped here. Under. He could hear them move up above. They would soon come again, they had promised. They liked to see him bleed and tell him how pretty he was with the crimson stains covering his body. He tried to fight them off and they laughed. Maybe they would give him his eyes back one day so he could see for himself.
He didn't want that. He didn't want to see. Didn't want to see what his children had become.

Current Mood: devious
iamstealthyoneiamstealthyone on September 18th, 2008 03:14 pm (UTC)
They suffer exceedingly well. *g*