A/N Okay… this is my first fanfic, and I wrote it 'cos my friend threatened me =='
Im kinda scared about how people will swallow this, so plz no flames J I also didn't know how to title this, so im really sorry guys.
Oh, and don't read if you are scared of extreme gore. Enjoy J
Torture
Drip… Drop… Drip…
An eerie tempo of hopelessness is created as dripping blood falls on the tatami mats. The cold brass knob turns inch by inch, and only stops when the solid click echoes throughout the house. The heavy door creaked deafeningly as it swung open like a page in a book, creating an abrupt burst of cool wind which quickly swept over my puny, shaking figure.
Once I had the strength to overcome my dizziness, I tilt my throbbing head up. What a mistake. Instantaneously, an icy rush of sweat courses down every curve of my body, as I felt her detached pink eyes burn into my petrified soul through the pleats of her bloodied fringe. Such distressed eyes; eyes which would have surely been gouged out with a gentle tap to the back of her horns.
I felt my vectors move my artificial limbs inch myself away from the sadistic figure. However, despite my efforts, every movement, including the rapid rising and falling of my burning chest, was followed up with her advancing on me. With her slow, mournful steps, she was a dejected bride in soiled clothes, forced into a marriage she neither wanted nor agreed to.
Creak… Creak… Creak… Drip… Drip… Drip…
I see her fanged smile gradually grow bigger and bigger, and her teeth glint in the blue moon as sharply as the polished knives floating around her. After many moments of verbal silence, the chill of the wall terminated all hope of the thing I was barely clinging onto right now. My arms and legs were thrown off one by one like the wings of a scrawny fly by the amused girl in front me, and as my coccyx took the full impact of my fall, a bolt of searing pain jolted up my unsuspecting spine like a bolt of electricity. I tried to use my vectors in vain, as the fall had shattered my left horn, and the sharp throbbing pain I finally noticed was caused by my right horn being pushed into my skull.
As a warm trickle of dark scarlet slowly flowed out and around my crushed skull, I heard a symphony of uncoordinated cracks fill the room as a surge of violent force twist my now mutilated neck so I faced her blank expression. When the corner of her mouth twitched upwards, I knew it would begin. Papa, please make this quick and painless. But it was hopeless.
She started by peeling my skin into long thin strips, until I was all red, squishy muscle. When that was accomplished, my muscles were torn out bit by bit, and layer by layer. Whilst she was doing this, two vectors would keep my eyes peeled open; to make sure none of my torture was missed. Once she had started on taking out my organs one at a time, the pain was unbearable. I could no longer project my cries, of pain, and my red eyes could no longer produce tears, and I had given up trying to use my vectors to try to establish a quick end. As I continued to watch the process, I questioned myself.
"Papa has the world always been so cruel. Papa, was I destined to suffer through this? Papa, why do Diclonious exist? Papa… Papa…"
Finally, just as I my body began to feel numb from pain, she lost interest in playing. Her looming figure slowly walked away. As I lay, reminiscing over the wonderful life I could have had, I hear the grandfather clock chime, and the fain sound of Lilium playing in the corridor…