Ghosts in the Closet
"Whew, Another hard day at work."
The butcher threw his bloody apron onto the floor. Stretching out his back, he took out a folder. It was labeled "Status Quo."
He looked through the pictures in it. There was about twenty or thirty people. About fifteen of them had red X's through their faces.
He came to the one of myself, and pinned it to the wall. I watched from my anguish as he prepared his tools. Taking a metal tool, he ran it over my leg. I watched in agonizing pain as blood quickly surfaced. I tried to make a sound, but the duct tape over my mouth prevented any noise.
"Why are you bleeding? I thought by now you'd be able to control yourself."
His face became red from anger and he slapped me across the face. He tightened the restraints on my wrists. I felt hot tears fall down my face as the leather straps cut into my skin. He grabbed a firepoker from his fireplace. He put the red hot end right on my stomach. The skin bubbled and welted and he had an angry look on his face again.
"WHY CAN YOU NOT DO WHAT I HAVE ASKED YOU TO DO!! I HAVE TOLD YOU, YOU ARE AN EXPERIMENT... AND YOU ARE FAILING."
He took the poker and smacked me up the head with it. He walked away and went in the room for awhile. He had left the folder within reach of my feet so I dragged it over to me. According to his paperwork, he was trying to make a person be able to withstand any type of mortal wound. When he abducted me, he told me that I would make a nice little experiment.
That was over a month ago. I have gotten little water, a very small amount of food... and many scars.
He came out later that night, completely enraged.
"What have you done?! Now that you know what I am doing, you can not live. You were my favorite one too..."
He stroked the side of my cheek. I felt one blow to my head until something stopped him. Hesitantly opening my eyes, I saw a woman holding his hand back. Someone else was trying to untie me. The closet door behind him busted open. There was at least eight or nine bodies in there. I saw people walk out and surround him.
When I was untied I was told to run.
I looked back one last time to see his flesh melt off him.
Aftermath
That was over a year ago.
I still have the scars... the permanent reminder of my torture. The police investigated his house and found no cause of death for him. They also found many other bodies throughout the house.
As for me, I am glad that the fucker is dead.
He was my first experiment.
Credited to Cnsnyder2013
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