Looks like I am still alive. The light is red again and I am still tied to this thing. I am scared of my own body; it looks like a sculpture with too many holes. I am not bleeding and my clothes are dry. There is no breeze here, I must have been out for a while. The plant like things have sealed the wounds. I don't know how much damage my body has taken. I am hoping this all ends soon.
"Someone there, anyone?"
I regretted my question as soon as it got dark. I felt the presence again and this time it's dense. I can again hear heavy metallic sound and glass clashing. My heartbeat is raising. My body is still aching from previous torture and something is telling me it's not over yet.
"Would you please tell me why am I here?"
The light turned red and in the light; I could see that thing again. It is holding a black case. The floor in front of me deformed. That thing opened the case on the deformation. What will he do to me? I don't even want to know.
The man shuts his eyes from the upcoming sufferings but that didn't help him.
I feel a sensation on my thigh; it's burning like a drop of liquid fire fell on it.
"Move that thing from my body" the man cried in pain.
Something grips my hand. Nail on my pinky is getting ripped off. Slowly at start then twisted violently and plucked out.
Again, that liquid fire. The drop is tunneling my thighs looking for a way out. Burning rapidly the flesh obstructing it.
The thumb and then index. Out of five I have left with only one nail. A pointed object pinned my thumb to the structure. I can feel my blood once again, slippery and warm. A liquid fell on the left nail and burned it. A coarse surface rubbing the exposed muscle.
"Stop. Please. I can't take anymore."
The geographical specs of the exposed area changed drastically. It's like patterns engraved on a cemented structure.
My thighs developed a new hole in it. It is not bleeding though.
But there is something in that space, some kind of device. I can hear some wearing sound, like two things rubbing. The temperature increases exponentially. I heard an explosion a small one. That felt like a shotgun fired at close range.
My femur is shattered maybe, from the sharp scraps pierced the walls at high speed. It might have been the temperature which triggered it.
The insanely high temperature is now on my wounded skin and sealed the whole pathway from sides.
I opened my eyes to see how it feels if he can. The space is dark unlike before. I saw the thing packing his setup. My body s beyond any physical pain limit. I mocked it,
"You left me open; I might bleed to die."
The thing turned with something in his hand. He dropped a few droplets on bleeding parts.
"So, now you decided to listen to me."
As I finished, the bleeding had stop but it's burning as hell. Maybe it's his way of getting at me for mocking it.
But I lost too much blood again and the pain itself is killing me. I should take this time to rest my body. Who knows what awaits me?
During a very short amount of time the man endured enough pain which no one can survive. Ruthless torture, soaked in his own blood, unknown place, unknown creature. The man witnessed the burning smell of his own skin, mini explosion close to his body, chemicals, liquid fire.
He was in pain but still mocked the torturer and preparing himself for what lies beyond for him.
But before the man can go to sleep on his accord he hears something.
" It's the beginning of the fun in making something new" and a strike was landed on the back part of his head and the man lost his senses once again.