Greg awoke wondering when his torment would end.
His mom was standing over him wearing gloves and pouring salt onto his scalp, and then began rubbing it into his scalp, causing the wounds on his head to sting.
Greg groaned in pain but was too weak and wimpy to do much else.
Greg's hair was a stringy mess.
His hair was stuck together into long thick strands matted together with blood and paint and bleach.
Greg's mom then ripped the duct tabe off of Greg's mouth slightly ripping Greg's lips causing them to bleed, and Greg began gasping for air.
Then Greg's mom grabbed the hose and shoved it into Greg's mouth.
She turned it on, and Greg almost choked from the force of the water.
Still, he drank, he drank down all the water, because it had been several days since he had drunk water.
Finally Greg's mom turned off the hose and removed it.
Greg collapsed to the ground, and his mom took the lid off the salt shaker and poured all the salt into Greg's mouth, quickly putting duct tape over it.
The inside of Greg's mouth and throat burned from the salt, and he began vomiting bile and water out his nose.
Greg's mom walked away as Greg began shaking on the ground, snorting out bile, his eyes bulging out from the pain.
She came back with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it all on Greg's head.
The rubbing alcohol stung the wounds on Greg's scalp and face as it dripped down.
Then Greg's mom took the duct tape and began wrapping it around Greg's face, covering his whole face save for his nostrils so he could breathe.
Greg's mom grabbed Greg by the hair and threw him down.
Then Greg's mom went up the stairs and grabbed a knife, she used it to slice the back of Greg's shirt also cutting into his back making it bleed.
She grabbed his hair turning him over and cut the front of his shirt off creating a slice straight down his chest.
Then she cut the sleeves off and Greg's back and chest were naked.
Greg's mom pulled off her belt and began striking Greg's chest again and again and again and again.
Not being able to scream made the pain one hundred times worse for Greg.
Finally Greg's mom walked away and Greg's chest was bleeding heavily and a huge mass of large striped cuts.
Greg continued to bleed and he heard the basement door slam shut and lock.
Greg was too weak to move, so he just lay on the floor bleeding.
His one working lung pumped furiously and his chest was rising up and down, as he struggled to get enough air through his nostrils.
Greg's blood trickled onto the floor.
He couldn't see, speak, or hear much.
Greg went unconscious.