Release of Self Unwillingly

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
a deep breath is taken. eyes still shut. pressure on your chest. parylized. closterphobia sets in. anxiety takes over. breathing is at a faster pace now. eyes still shut but moving rapidly. you squirm and try to free yourself. you realize your ankles and wrists are restraind to a solid structure. more anxiety. still black. you stop. listen. impact. suddenly something slightly warm hits your face. its wet. thick. your still numb. you hear another impact. more warm liquid hits your face. another. and it stops. you hear tearing. popping. you feel more uncomfortable. metal hits the floor. you hear a sigh of comfort and release. but its not yours. small laughter in the background. obviously a male. dark sounding. you no longer feel numb. you no longer feel the restraint on your ankles. a second of relief passes. pain creeps like an assasin to your lower body. light hits your face. a man, smiling contently, looks over you. eye to eye. a splatter on his face. the pain is unbearable.



"well, i enjoyed that. ill go cook dinner."



you look at the man walking away. puzzeled and distressed. you feel cold. shock ever so closer. why so mutch pain? you decide to finaly look down the table towards you lower half. shock hits you like a brick inside a sock. blood. muscle. bone. you want to screem. no air to breathe. one last release and you sleep.

Submitted: July 14, 2008

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a deep breath is taken. eyes still shut. pressure on your chest. parylized. closterphobia sets in. anxiety takes over. breathing is at a faster pace now. eyes still shut but moving rapidly. you squirm and try to free yourself. you realize your ankles and wrists are restraind to a solid structure. more anxiety. still black. you stop. listen. impact. suddenly something slightly warm hits your face. its wet. thick. your still numb. you hear another impact. more warm liquid hits your face. another. and it stops. you hear tearing. popping. you feel more uncomfortable. metal hits the floor. you hear a sigh of comfort and release. but its not yours. small laughter in the background. obviously a male. dark sounding. you no longer feel numb. you no longer feel the restraint on your ankles. a second of relief passes. pain creeps like an assasin to your lower body. light hits your face. a man, smiling contently, looks over you. eye to eye. a splatter on his face. the pain is unbearable.

 

"well, i enjoyed that. ill go cook dinner."

 

you look at the man walking away. puzzeled and distressed. you feel cold. shock ever so closer. why so mutch pain? you decide to finaly look down the table towards you lower half. shock hits you like a brick inside a sock. blood. muscle. bone. you want to screem. no air to breathe. one last release and you sleep.


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