Trigger warning!- Just a little heads up, The character will be in pain.
(Muffled talking.)
''Go away, now. She's waking up!''
''I'll be talking to her soon...''
Flash.
''Why...Who is that? What's going on...?''
''Eden. Open up your eyes. It's me.''
Zinnia?
The figure leans over.
No.
It's Father.
''You seem to be holding up fine. For now.''
My vision stops blurring as I try to sit up.
But something stops me.
I look down.
Why are there... Chains? Wrapped around my waist? My legs? Arms? Chest?
''What- What the fuck are these!?''
''Quiet, Child. You'll be back to sleep soon.''
I shake my head and stare down at some metal table that I'm laying on- Attached to.
What is he doing to me?
Father walks over with a metal plate of knives. Shots.
Oh no.
He leans over to me and grips onto my chin.
''You have no pain, right? So you'll be fine with this.''
His smile is gruesome and murderous as he grabs onto one of the metal shots.
''No- No- NO!''
He injects it into my arm.
A burning. Flashing. Severe pain reaches up to my heart and starts to rapidly burn.
''AHHHHH! NO, NO, NO NO!!!''
The table begins to shake as I scream out of hard severe pain.
Father injects two more shots into my arms.
Increasing the pain.
''NO! STOP IT, STOP IT... AHHHH! FUCKING- AHHH!''
Father begins to glide a butter knife along my skin, cutting it.
''STOP IT... STOP IT, PLEASE!''
''Shut up, Child! I'm helping you!''
''NO! YOU AREN'T- YOU- AH...! STOP! STOP!''
Over and over again.
Shots.
Pins.
Needles.
Knives.
He sticks it all into my own skin.
''AHHHH! STOP IT- I CAN'T- AHHHH!''
Severe hallucinations, flashbacks.
''NO! NO! AHHHH!''
Zinnia. The girl. Father.
They laugh.
They pull out these long-Long-
''AHHHHH!''
Long fucking shots- weapons. And they start to hit me.
I can feel it.
''NO! NO! NO! PLEASE, STOP!''
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Division
Paranormal''The worst regret we can have in life, is not for the wrong things we did. But for the thousands of right things we did. For the wrong people.''
