Gamerbird Posted January 12, 2009 Author Share Posted January 12, 2009 No, I just don't want to ruin the story. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alex2avs Posted January 12, 2009 Share Posted January 12, 2009 No, I just don't want to ruin the story. I knew that too :biggrin: lol Can't wait for the next chapter :) OT>>> Nice siggy (kinda creepy, yes... but nice) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamerbird Posted January 12, 2009 Author Share Posted January 12, 2009 OT> Thanks :) Josh said I was trying to scare away the kids with it lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alex2avs Posted January 12, 2009 Share Posted January 12, 2009 OT>>> well...he was right.Cradle Of filth isn't a recommended band for for the young and innocents Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamerbird Posted January 13, 2009 Author Share Posted January 13, 2009 Chapter 4 - RackThe man sleeped uncomfortably for the night.The whip marks on his back, causing pain.When it come to the time for him to be fed, they simply threw the food through the gap in the door.It looked like simple slop, something thrown together from the remains of yesterdays dinner. He was forced to use his hands to eat the food.Their policy was not to give any inmates the means to eat with the use of a tool as they may 'escape' the torture they were due.The time came when they opened the door.It was time for him to go. They dragged him from his cell, a few feet towards the second torture room.Nothing could be seen from within the torture room apart from the same women who whipped him the previous day.She appeared to be leaning on a table of some sort. Once they had dragged him in to the dark room, a dim light was turned on, revealing a rack.Without time to think about it, they lifted him up, placing him on the rack, fastening the belts up. His arms were attached to a mechanical device, that moved slowly stretching his arms.His legs were attached to a seperate device, doing the same.Every so often you could hear his bones crack from the strain they were going through. It didn't take long till one of his legs popped out of its joint.His scream could be heard by many of the inmates who had grown used to such screams of pain.It wasn't long before his other leg did the same.At this time they removed him from the rack, making him pop his legs back in to their sockets. Before he could to anything to help with the pain, he was dragged back to his, to wait for the next day, the next torture. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sniperwhere Posted January 13, 2009 Share Posted January 13, 2009 Whoa. I get so uneasy reading this. Torture has always bothered me, though. I can write about really dark things, but torture has always been one of those things. Can't easily describe this. But don't take that wrong way. The stories are great. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamerbird Posted January 13, 2009 Author Share Posted January 13, 2009 hmmm......It is rather easy to write when you have a screwed up mind. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alex2avs Posted January 14, 2009 Share Posted January 14, 2009 That was sick ! Now it's getting really creepy !anyway , good job ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamerbird Posted January 14, 2009 Author Share Posted January 14, 2009 Yeah!Thanks!It might get worse as well. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gamerbird Posted January 23, 2009 Author Share Posted January 23, 2009 Chapter 5 - Amber As the night drew close, the man thought about the tortures.Before long, it was morning.The guards were standing above him, waiting for him to wake.It didn't take long for him to wake, startled by the looming look of the guards. Not giving him long to wake, they dragged him away towards his next punishment.Dragging him by his feet, his head being hit on the floor, blood pooring from his nose.Once they reached the final room, smoke was bellowing out from beneath the door.As the guard opened the door, the smoke bellowed out. In the middle of the room, was a large, chest like object.It was full of glowing red stones.Stood beside the chest, was the women from the previous two punishments.Waiting for him to be brought to her. As he was dragged further in to the room, the women picked one of the rocks up and place it in some water, which evaporated as the rock touched the water.She ordered the guards to lift him up, placing him on the rocks.He soon started to scream from the pain of the burns, slowly destroying his skin. After 5 minutes of torture, they lifted him off the rocks.His back was now scarlet red with burns, the skin burnt off.From the expression on his face, not much could be told.He was in so much pain that he had been knocked unconcious. Before he could wake, they dragged him back off to his cell.They threw him back in, smashing his head off the wall.Not much more could be done, if he was to endure much more torture, he would probably die. As he woke, they threw his lunch under the door, leaving it over the floor.In to much pain to move, he left the food there.Now, there was not much left of him.He would soon die of malnutrition, or from the pain he endured.Although they would never want that, would they? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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