Masked(WARNING: VERY TRIGGERING)

Part One

In the reflection above, the mirror was now explained. He could see his arm, the bone sticking out. Honestly, the brunette almost passed out from the sight as they were screaming out in horror. A needle was plunged into the humans arm and he was snapped wide awake. More screams ripped from his throat as the undetermined gender adult grabbed his other arm and snapped it in the other direction. He was forced to watch this, as what was guessed to be a demon continued to take a scalpel and cut open his thighs. This was excruciating to feel, much less watch it? It was maddening and sickening to his stomach. Bile filled his throat, but did not come out farther. 

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This torture continued on weeks, but how could ****** even keep track in the dark room with continued torture to their mind and body? It was painful, horrid. There was no way to know what time or date it was, how long any of these 'procedures' lasted. All they knew was pain. Pain and agony. 

Much to our human's horror... It only got worse.

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A chainsaw.
An axe. 
Bigger scalpels. 
And a normal small saw.

These were all on the table to ******'s right. How did they see it? The mirror above was still there. Blood splatters coating some parts but they washed some away so it was still visible. A hard and dry swallow, the teenager croaked out. "No more, please. Just kill me already.." Their body was fresh and new as ever, clear skinned even. It was changing, and you could see it in the reflection. Less chub, less feminine. The shaved hair was now at least a few inches long, a soft fuzz. Nude and forced to look at whatever would come next. 

"You still have awhile to go. Look, you still have these." Whoever in the scrubs poked at the teenagers chest, which had shrunk a few sizes down but was still considered 'boobs'. "And this." Another one was there now, to hold them down. Honestly, ****** had forgot about the second one at the bottom, squeaking as their female gentile was prodded at with a finger. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We're fixing you. Just like you wanted." The brunette began sobbing, going into a full on fit as the first one picked up the small saw. "No! Please! Don't!" 

Their cries fell to unwilling ears, making the two laugh a bit as the one who started to slowly saw off their wrist cackled at the screams of pain and horror echoed out to the room.

It was a papercut that was growing in size, growing more and more painful. Eyes wide open, the poor thing was forced to watch as it cut through the flesh slowly down to the bone. Blood was pouring out as veins were torn into and ripped off. Soon, their body went into shock and ****** couldn't breathe. Another needle stuck in, injected with the glowing liquid. Able to breathe again, choking on every scream and just wishing for death.

That's when the seizes started, body jolting around and they attempted to bite down the screams, knowing that was the reason they enjoyed it so much. But the brunette just bit down too hard and cut their lip, and their tongue. Metallic taste flooding their senses once again. Hearing the attempt to stop the shrill cries of pain, the sawing stopped. 

Only to slam their fist down and snap off the rest. This earned a long wail of a scream as the brunette saw their wrist hanging by the flesh left. Closing their eyes was impossible, as they fixated on the sight, mind memorizing it. Every horror was a new piece to a collection of mental trauma. 

Next, the axe. It was picked up and thrown down into the teenagers chest, earning a blood splatter to the mirror above as ****** immediately reacted to it, coughing up and screeching at the suffocating feeling. As the eyes began to flutter from shock once more? Another needle and back to full attention again. 

Pain. Pain. Pain. 
Over and over again. 

That was the only thoughts going through their head as the two continued with their weapons and ****** was forced to watch. Sliced into carefully only to pull back the skin and rip it off. But they spared the face this time, completely destroying the brunettes body. It was left mangled and torn almost to a skeleton. 

To be alive in such a condition is what was ruining the poor teenager the most. Every second they felt near death, they were ripped back to life. This convinced them that god TRULY didn't exist. If 'he' did then why would they be going through this? No god would let this happen, would they? No good god. 

When they finished, and the brunette felt like their vocal chords were ripped apart since even whispering wouldn't be possible. ****** was taken from the table and over to the tank. The two were far from gentle, digging their fingers into the wounded body they created. This gave them a last few croaks of pain as they hooked ****** inside and closed the door. 

The liquid was worse as it filled up, as before when it was reconstructing, it was worse with the more severe injuries. The screams were just scratchy croaks as the teenager was having their body healed. The more it filled, it felt like burning. Like ****** was burning alive, or was in a salt bath with the wounds they had. If it wasn't for it coming up and going into the brunettes mouth? They would have passed out. There was no such luck, however, and ****** was left screaming and kicking with a new body.

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How long the physical torture lasted was unsure. 
How long it took for ******'s body to completely change to something else was unknown. 
All the brunette knew was, one day...
The table wasn't there.
They woke up and they were in a chair.
A wooden one.