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

5

~10 years later~
My eyes were filled with tears as the red hot metal poll was removed from inside me. The tears would not flow through the thick, through stitching. I've grown used to these tortures, but that only makes them worse. My insides are scarred and I have little to no feeling in my lower regions. Not only that, but I have heard the tortures of others as well. The begging, the pleading, the screaming and shrieking!! It all echoes through my mind as if it is still happening, but none will ever replace the twisted garbled screams of my friends.
I fear he is getting bored of me, as he will go on with his daily routine with a sigh. What will he do with me?
I hear his footsteps coming down the stairs again and my heart rate accelerates. He mumbles to himself as he clangs around with his tools. His footsteps get closer and I can feel his warmth. I twist my face away as he gets close, only to have a cool cloth pressed against my face. After that, was darkness.