Torture

This is my story, it's a true story.
The reason why I am like I am is not a difficult story, in fact its rather simply and easy to restate to others, but I might permanently scar you mentally for the rest of your life.
For the suffering that I am going though in life is not just any suffering it is torture.
That not many could have stopped, that many fear more than death its self.
The fact why I am still staying up at night waiting for my end to come, the fact that I am still waiting for my beating, my mental health is coming to a total end and I will be lost for an eternity of insanity.
All though out my 13 years of living. I'm still scared of noise that happen in the night for I scared that my end will come by a power blast of my ultimate enemy.
Many may wonder why I am scared of such simple noises. But most of you don't know how a simple little noise can be the end of you. That you can and never will truly know what is real and what is not.
You all assumed that it was just the way that I am not the fact that it was the 7 years of physical and mental damage done to me.
Who you wonder would do such things to a young boy. You all will assume that I most probably am over reacting.
But you do not know what it really is like, and if this did actually happen to you, that you would be the same.
Many will wonder why I'm still sane, it's merely the fact that I have to watch over my shoulder for the power blast to come, my end to happen.
I will probably be like this till the day I die.
The person that I fear the most would be Frieza.
Every night he would come into my quarters and beat me until I was just breathing and during the day tear me down mentally by using his twisted mind games.
He wouldn't stop until I cried for mercy, broke down, or until he just got bored of me.
He enjoyed my tortured screams of agony with his twisted pleasure. When he heard my bones snap under pressure or the force of the blows. The smell of my blood dripping onto the floor. One night I finally found out why he was doing this to me.
He wanted me to feel the pain that my race had given him, he wanted me and all the survivors of my race to be destroyed. So not one of us was left to remind him that, we were an annoyance, splinters in his side.
I think that he was scared that one of us would one-day turn out to be stronger than him and kill him for all of the pain and suffering done.
I promised that he would never get that far as to kill me.
But he got close to making lose all sanity more than once with his mind games.
Zarbon would sometimes just join in to the beatings or the tearing me down. Also enjoying all the sounds of my bones breaking and the smell of my blood dripping on the floor.
No one suspected anything that the beatings were happening. For every time that he'd finished with me, I would have been put into a regeneration tank for all my physical injuries to heal.
If you knew all of this before would you have stopped it before it started?
Kept me safe form all the pain?
Help keep me sane?
But what would you have done to prevent this?
Frieza is the strongest in the universe for the time being. But no for long, one day I will kill him for all my mental damage that he has done. I don't think that I'll ever be the same again.
Well NOW do you still want to hear my story?
This will be your last warning.
The end
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