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You wake up from a sedative. Unaware of your surroundings. You don't even remember when you went under. You are strapped to a medical table. Your arms and legs are bound. You look around. Above you is flickering old light. That keeps buzzing and strobing. You can see the rusted water pipes in the ceiling. The water is leaking through the pipes and dripping uncomfortably on your cheek. You look foreword. Everything is covered in plastic and tarps with red splattered stains strung across them. Theres gutted pigs hanging from the ceilings. Being drained of blood. So many of them. You begin to notice some are dogs and other domestic animals. Someone has a thrill for the kill... Theres an old t.v. Stand directly in front of your feet. Its on but its only playing static. To your left is a table with a bunch of tools and needles. You are unable to move and react to your surroundings. You just lay there awake taking it all in. Knowing that you are in grave danger. You hear a child's manic laugh. You cant make out if its a boy or girl. Its echoing around the room. As if this kid is circling its pray. You look in every direction. Trying to follow the voice. Your heart is racing. You are sweating. Full of fear, you cant make any words out no matter how hard you try. You see small hands grab the side of medical bed. The child hoists himself up. He's looking directly at you. Staring into your eyes. His intentions.... You know what he wants to do. This child looks demonic his eyes are black. No pupils. Just black. His skin is albino. No pigment at all. No blemishes. Smooth white skin. His hair black. He looks as if he was a body in a morgue. Dead. He lunges onto the medical bed. Crawling right up to you silently. Staring into your eyes with his head cocked. He is less than a foot away from your face when he holds up your tongue. He brushes your cheek with it. You are paralyzed. Cannot move. The fear is too much to handle. Too afraid to close your eyes. The child then takes your mangled tongue witch is saturated in blood. And starts chewing on it as if it were a piece of gum. Blood spewing from his mouth. As he chews feverishly. He stares at you without blinking. The blood dripping from his mouth lands on your chest. He then lets out a manic laugh. And grabs a knife. Without hesitation. The child makes an incision on his own cheek. Deeply to where the blood is flowing steadily. All without losing focus of your eyes. Or showing any sign of physical pain. He takes his knife and digs it into your chest. He does this repeatedly. Manic laughter is let out. You feel every inch if the blade in your skin. These cuts are not fatal. You know you have a slow death ahead of you. You fight. And squirm. And put all your force into trying to break your restraints. The child then takes his tongue and licks the blood from your wounds. His tongue is warm and gives you strange sensation of pleasure. In a disturbing way you don't want him to stop. He looses interest once he sees you quit fighting it. He goes for your finger nails. Cutting them out. One by one. The pain doesn't get any more tolerable, you feel weak to your stomach. It aches with tremendous pain. He is now on your second hand. The blood from your first hand is dripping on the floor and is snaking up your arm. The blood from your chest is dripping down to your legs. The child has made it through your hands. You are now choking and holding in vomit from the pain. The child then focuses in on your face and recognizes your distress. He welcomes it. He then takes his blade and cuts straight through your cheek. He cuts a piece out of it. Your teeth are now visible with your lips closed. You are choking on blood. You are overburdened with nausea. You are now vomiting previously. Vomiting blood. And stomach acid. Its coming out your mouth and cheek. It burns. You are dehydrated and you cant form tears. The child then looks at you in your state distress. And now moves his blade down your chest again. Creating a deep incision from just under your neck down to your waist line. He then takes his hands and spreads the cut further. Taring at it. Making it bigger. Trying to rip the skin from your body. He licks his fingers witch are dripping in blood. Looks at you one last time. Slams his knife into your stomach pulls out your entrails and intestines And takes a bite. And you feel every bit of it. You begin to fade out. As you now are dying quickly the loss of blood and wounds will have you dead in minutes. You embrace it. You welcome it. You cannot wait for it.