By the way I don't own anything except some parts of the plot line. I know a true tragedy.
The laughter only got louder.
I was tied to a rough surface it was probably a slab of wood because of all the slivers I had gotten. But the thing the the laughter came from was this tiny goblin looking person. Just take Golum from Lord of The Rings and cross him with The Hunchback of Notre Dame. If you can figure that picture out, you'll be able to imagine what my supposed torturer looked like. I say torturer because he was carrying a belt of little knives made out of what looked like bones and he was sharpening a long machete that was probably as tall as him. But the reason why I say supposed is because this guy just reached my thigh!
"Oh I can assure you I can do more than what meets the eye." The newly nicknamed Gobblebutt stated malliciously.
Oh crap this guy can read my thoughts! I am so dead.
"Why yes, yes I can," He stated while purposely sharpening his machete louder, "I like the way you think, although you won't be quite dead yet, a lot of things want to have some fun with you before our master snuffs out your light like an ant."
After his little fear inducing speech, he got up from his seat, put down the rock he was using to sharpen his machete and walked right up to me. He waved his weapon around for effect I assumed and then shoved it in my face so that the blade was scraping my cheek. He then started drag it across my face and down my throat. When it reached my ribs, he slashed it, leaving a long but not so deep cut along my left ribs, starting from the bottom to the top.
As I yelled out in pain, he only continued to make more cuts on my chest similar to the first. All the while keeping a smirk on his face and an amused laugh spewing from his mouth.
Over the sounds of my screams, I heard him say, "This is wonderful! You are already screaming and this is only the beginning! It will get a lot more fun after I'm done doing this."
After about an hour of the same slashing on my chest, I finally passed out from the pain.
I wonder if this is another lonely line break. Oh would you look at that, it is.
When I finally woke up after my torture session, the first thing that I noticed was that nobody was in the room with me, no kackling goblin and definitely no crazy Kronos. So obviously I tried to find a way to get out of my position. After fiddling with what I had figured out was rope, I found a fray and started to pick at it. After a while of picking at the rope, it finally fell away and let the blood rush into my blood deprived hands. While I had been rubbing my hands, I analyzed the rest of the room and saw just how huge it was. The room was at least 3 football fields long both length and width and was probably about 100 feet tall. It was so obvious that it's purpose is torture because all there was in the whole room was weapons and whips and everything that you could find in a Torture 101 book.
When I actually found an exit, I immediately started running towards it. But when I reached it and open it like a portal to another dimension, my first thought was,
"Well shit!"