Chapter 1
A/N
This chapter will contain scenes that involve abusive content and gore. Please advance at your own risk. If you do continue then welcome my fellow outcast...and enjoy the show.
Lee's POV (Age 8)
It's so dark in here. A place devoid of any light and ensnares you in a cold embrace. In this space it is my only companion that always stays true to its nature. As I lay down on the cloth I call a bed I can only find peace and solace in this space. Where most would find despair I feel the reminder that in darkness I am granted a slight reprieve from true despair. For I know that it is not in the black of night that you find the demons of the world, but in the misleading shades of blue you find in the light. As I ponder on this I suddenly feel a menacing shiver course up my spine. This sensation always means the same thing.
He's coming.
As if on cue I can feel the fear starting to build within me. It seeps into my heart and forces itself into my veins to spread without mercy until it blankets every cell of my body. Just waiting to claw to the surface and burst forth like a broken dam in order to flow out and drag everything in its way into an unending cycle of pain. It is soon followed by panic and dread. A need to escape and hope that for just one night I can sleep without him toying with me to bring me closer to my own demise.
The sound of a loose floorboard catches my ear from down the hall. The sound is like the skies being torn apart and a horn blowing signaling my own personal apocalypse. To only be followed shortly by steps smacking the ground announcing that everything I have learned to dread will soon be near.
Without thinking my body begins to drag itself out of my bed and approach the closet door not far from me. Being as careful as I can I open the door in hopes that the groan of the old frame won't signal where I am. I slowly bring it open enough to allow my small body to enter and close it back. I step backwards and attempt to fuse my body with the dark crevice in the corner to conceal my presence.
Don't move.
Don't breathe.
Don't make a sound.
And as if it is an attempt to mock me I can hear the steps become louder but more drawn out to assault my ears in reminder that he knows, can sense my fear and is coming for me. Blood rushes to my ears and for a moment all I can hear are those steps becoming louder and my own heart beating against my chest in protest. It just continues to grow and grow until everything around me is just those steps and my own weak heart wanting to flee somewhere else. My ears are ready to burst just to silence the world and allow some peace to come back.
Before it becomes too much and the assault on my ear reaches the threshold...it stops. Everything becomes silent. Not a sound can be heard and it's as if the entire world is frozen. The beating of my own heart cannot be heard within this small void that has taken all forms of sense from this place.
I bring my hands over my ears and slowly begin to close my eyes in hopes of being caressed into the sweet embrace of the darkness that will rescue me for sometime from fate. Just then a shiver runs up my spine and I have the sense of being watched. I slowly begin to open my eyes to inspect my surroundings and as my vision rises I connect with a bright blue within the dark that invoked every negative aspect of existence into this plane. They soon illuminate the remaining features that have morphed into that of a grotesque monster that walks side by side with death. A smile forms upon his face that masks the true terror that he will soon inflict and opens to mutter the words that destroy the foundation of hope.
"It's playtime."
Before I can even fully register that it has started my head is being pulled forward by a strong hand that has entwined itself into my hair. Dragged out of the closet and out the open door of my room. I know all too well where we are going and that the night has only begun.
My body is assaulted by the corners we turn and the different pieces of furniture that fill the different hallways. I can sense getting closer to our destination and the fear is back. Soon we will be at the playroom and the game will begin.
No matter how hard I try to pry myself away or to fight back, I am no match for his strength and the lock he has on me. I'm no more than a fly trying to escape the web of my own personally trained spider. My head is soon banged into the last corner where I know we will make our final approach to the door that more resembles the gates of hell.
Locks are soon opened and the doors are cast open to bring forth the deepest part of hell into our world. Soon I am being thrown inside and crashing against tables littered with all of his other toys. A wet sensation soon begins to travel across my face and the smell of copper fills my nose. The game has only just begun and I'm already breaking. While I'm registering the sensation and attempting to steel my resolve my body is yanked up and thrown into a chair.
Cold metal soon snaps into place over my wrist. The other follows as does my ankles. Then the final piece is patched into my head to keep me from moving. Tonight's game is going to be especially bad if he's using the metal restraints. They make it harder for me to pull away and easier for him to access all his favorite parts.
Soon he is standing in front of me. The looming figure hovering before me. Even if I was standing he would easily tower over me. His cold blue eyes shining down on me as if the sight of me in distress brings him the ultimate pleasure. His hair a jet black that flows over his eyes as if they were made from living tendrils of the darkest abyss. Where I would normally find comfort in that abyss I am brought back to reality as the shining blue breaks through. He begins to step away from me and towards one of the tables and begins to assemble the board that will be tonight's game.
"Now what kind of game shall we play tonight my little toy." He states with amusement in his voice.
With as much power as I can muster I attempt to speak the words he has taught me to ensure the game will be more satisfactory for him and goes faster for me. "Whatever game pleases you." I choke out while attempting to hide my fear and shame for how weak I am. For how weak he has made me.
A smile stretches across his face as he looks back to me. Soon he is walking around the room and picking up different tools and placing them on the cart. I begin to count so I can try and calculate how long tonight will promise me. I listen for the distinct sound of the tools hitting the cart and try to pick up what they can be in order to grasp how much I will suffer. Shortly after I hear the cart approaching and know that it is starting. Soon true misery will arrive with her cruel reminder that life is but a game to be played with and only the chosen few can be its master. The cart stops next to me and an item is picked up. However once I see it my eyes begin to water because this is a favorite of his due to the screams that it causes me to let loose.
"Let the games begin." He states.
He begins attaching each of the little devices to the tips of each of my fingers. Methodically placing them on to maximize the experience. Soon each finger has been secured with the device and he skims his hands over each one in order to decide which one to start with.
"Which one should I start with my little Toy? Which one do you want me to play with first?" He asks me in a mocking tone. He enjoys this part too much as if I have any control over how the game is to be played. A cat doesnt question the mouse when it tosses it around before delivering the killing blow. I know he simply wants me to participate so he can hear me break down more as I give in more until my spirit has been completely destroyed. However I know I have to answer him otherwise the next round will be worse.
"The left ring finger will please you. It's the toys most sensitive one."
He simply replies by nodding his head and slowly bringing his hand towards the exact spot I mentioned. Im surprised he listened, but at the same time I know its only because it really is the worst one for me and he simply cant wait to begin. He grabs the knob and slowly turns it until the tip of a needle is being exposed. I watch in horror as the tip approaches the nail of my finger. Within a second a scream escapes my mouth as it digs underneath pushing deeper and deeper until he can no longer turn the knob. I can feel it burrow into me and slice directly into my nerves. Every slight twitch restarts the pain. Without hesitation he begins on another and dives each one within the pits of my finger until each one has reached their marks. Every cell in my hands are screaming and begging for it to stop. Begging for it to be over. It will never be over. My body is his to play with and shall always be that way.
"Now that we have finished with the first game shall we commence with the second round? I know youre just as excited as I am."
"Please." I whisper out between my attempts to gather my breath and calm myself in between the jolts of pain emanating from my fingers. Dont break me further. Dont hurt me anymore. Just once please anyone just make it stop.
The sound of another object being grabbed pulls my attention as I await him to come into view to see what will be next. Soon he steps in front of me and displays the new toy into view that brings shudders into my eyes as I recollect its intention. He begins securing the small cups onto my face directly over my eyes and fasting everything together over my face. Soon I can feel the device start as a wet slime begins to fill and swim over my eyes. At first it is just a slight itch that wont go away. Though the longer it stays the more the itch turns into a small heat until it becomes a raging inferno. Agonizing screams leave me as the fluids begin to eat at my eyes and wrap me in darkness while they continue to dance around the delicate organs. It continues until I feel the liquid burrowing into my now empty orifices and clinging to any tissue it can grasp.
It feels like years have passed before I can feel the device being lifted off and the fluids cleared away with the revenants of my sight. Darkness is all around me now and I know soon that the third and final round will begin. I attempt to latch onto comfort in the darkness that I usually feel. Yet the restraints digging into my body is a constant reminder Im not in the beautiful darkness but in purgatory. Metal pinging off the cart is all I can hear but without my sight I can only fathom what the last toy will be. A jolting vibration hits my ears and I am now begging because he is going to take more from me.
"P-P-Please. It's been a good toy. Can we play a different game? Any game is fine and it will be better! Just please...please." I state with every ounce of my being to request the smallest amount of mercy.
"Now now now my little one. Only one more to go and the game will be finished. I need to take something very important and then we will be all done. I promise you won't miss it. Just think of how happy you will make me."
Before I can reply I can feel the saw tearing into my leg. Even my screams seem to be drawn out by the sounds of it ripping through the muscle and soon into my bone. I can feel every vibration, every part of me being torn apart. I scream for it to stop. I scream to the heavens to save me. I scream to the devil himself. I scream to anyone and everyone just hoping something will hear my pleas and make it all go away.
Just as it seems I can no longer take it the darkness comes into full bloom and takes me before the saw has finished its job.
9 Years Later
An alarm blasting awakens me from my rest. I fumble over and feel for it to turn it off in order to prolong the slight escape that rest brings me before beginning my day. I lay down for a few moments before I pull myself up and hobble over to my closet in order to grab some clothes to wear. I can feel the fabric of a shirt and jeans in my hands and struggle to pull them on. My body is still sore from another game last night and the activities that have left me drained. Once I have them on I leave the place that is my room and as quickly as possible make the trip to leave for school.
Once I reach the front door I prepare myself. The light that has left me must be disguised so no one can see. No one can find out or I am sure something far worse will discover me and bring me further into the depths of hell. I steel my resolve and place the mask on that will hide my true self from the world. Once in place I grasp the handle and open to the world that knows only light and close the evil off from leaving this place and seeping out into the realm. I gaze out into the light and make my way down the path on both feet. The routine must be kept. The agenda must be enforced.
One leg in front of the other and both eyes forward. I must keep the secret. Because if anyone discovers it. I truly know further depths will be opened and more sinister demons will arise.
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