Johnny did his nightly check of his pit of doom. He smiled as he walked through a room with a jock stapled to the ceiling, screaming and begging to be let loose. How sad, Johnny thought, he's wasting all his energy. Oh well, at least he'll die faster. Then Johnny walked into the room with the girl he had kidnaped two nights ago. She was fast asleep, the hooks still in her skin. Johnny stood and stared. God, how can people be so beautiful on the outside, he pondered as he moved closer to look to her. Her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. He felt something inside him, desire, how he hated it. He silently swore to himself that he'd never give in to his urges. He quickly walked out and went on with his examination.
2 days later
Donna lay in the dark, hearing strange noises and feeling things brush up against her body. The bulb had burned out and her cries had gone unanswered. Every time she moved, she felt agony as the hooks would shift positions under her skin. "Think, Donna, think," she said to herself. "There must be someway out this." She tugged as hard as she could at the shackles on her wrists, but it was no use. She lay there thinking about how she'll never see her mother again, how she'll never get to do another lab experiment, how she'll never get married, or have children, or try Starmuck's new raspberry coffee.
Suddenly, the bulb flickered back to its original dim state and Johnny was standing over her, with a malevolent smile on his face. She stared at him in surprise. It was as if he had just appeared out of thin air. He walked over to the other side of room and pulled a switch. Donna felt the chains become longer. She could now bend her knees and move her arms. The freedom felt wonderful. "Don't get too happy," he said, laughing, "and don't touch the hooks!"Donna felt her hair. There was dried blood on it from where he slammed her head on the wall. Johnny walked over and pulled another switch. "Stay still and if you even try to touch the hooks, I'll cut off your hands," he growled. Donna felt the pain again. The hooks began to pull her skin up. She gasped as she felt herself being lifted from the floor. The pain was intense and her yelps were ignored.
She was now hanging 2 feet from the ground. "Hmmm."said Johnny. "Your skin isn't tearing, the hooks have grown into your skin. Hate it when that happens." He pulled another switch and she collapsed on the floor. Suddenly Johnny walked very quickly up to her and stood, staring at her. She looked up at him, afraid of what he would do next. He then knelt down, his eyes still upon her, and felt the skin around the hooks. Donna jumped at the cold touch of his fingers.
Johnny smiled and tore one of the hooks out of skin. She screamed. The blood came rushing down her ribs. His hand went for another hook and this time she caught it, but her grip was weak, just as she was and he easily grabbed all the extensions of the hooks and yanked them out. Donna screamed and kicked him. A pool of blood was starting to form around her. He glared at her and stood up and started to walk to the switch. I should've shortened the chains again, Johnny thought to himself. Suddenly, Donna sprang up and grabbed his feet, he stumbled and fell backwards. She then proceeded to weakly pound her fists on him.
Johnny seemed mildly amused at first, but then anger settled in. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her backwards onto the floor. "Well that wasn't very nice of you," he said, climbing to his feet. Johnny walked over to the switch and pulled it down. Her chains tightened yet again. "I don't deserve this! I didn't do anything horribly bad to you! It's not may fault you can't deal with being wrong!" Donna shrieked with anger. "WRONG!?" Johnny turned towards her, wide-eyed. "I'm not wrong! You're just an evil person and I just did the world a favor of putting you here. There's enough assholes here and I wouldn't fight with me if I were you. Your not in the best position," he said and with that turned and walked out of the room. Donna's anger and hate towards him surged. All this pain because he thinks he's god, because he thinks it is his duty to punish me, thought Donna. She leaned her head back and sighed. She was horribly bored and decided to go through all the equations she learned while in school.
This is not the end. The end will be soon, but not now. I really wish I could have put more of a graphic image here, but hey at least this is here. I'm just glad at least one person likes this.