But Sometimes There Is (There Isn't Always A Happy Ending Sequel)

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The blackness surrounded my vision once again, I had little time to regain my consciousness before the pain in my lips started to nag at me. I try to scream but my mouth refuses to open, it only causes the painful itching to burn at my lips more, the metallic taste of blood now ticking my tongue.

I try to open my eyes, which also fails. I try desperately hard but only to find a thick coating of what I was guessing was wax covering my eyes.

"Finally awake?"

I heard his gruff yet oddly charming voice purr from across the room. Hearing seems like the only thing I can do at this point. Hearing, and feeling.

My muffled cries push against the thick stitching, only causing me to cry more. I hear the deep echo of his footsteps start approaching me again. I start trashing like mad, the tight binds chafing my soft wrists. I didn't want to die, not like this. Not by the hands of this monster. My struggling proved futile, proved by a harsh impact upon my face. "Stop squirming." He demands.

I abide, not wanting to be struck again.

He begins cutting at the stitching on my lips, my mouth opening in a loud gasp of air. He seizes this opportunity to grab her tongue with a pair of pliers, pulling it out and holding it still.

"Wh-why.." I try to speak, but it barely rasps out.

"Because it's fun." He responded, yanking my tongue out more. I feel a cold sharpness agains the back of my tongue and my breathing accelerates. I could hear him laugh a little as he begins cutting at my tongue, I can only shriek. I shriek, cough and sputter as I begin choking on my own blood. He holds my lips together, sewing them back so I can't scream again. I start whimpering.

This is undoubtably the end of my life.