Watashi wa eien ni ikiru tsumoride wa arimasen...
She couldn’t scream anymore.
She had lost that ability long before. At first it had been because her throat was too raw to produce sound anymore, and then it was because her tongue was gone.
She couldn’t remember the exact details of that particular torment now. All of the pain she had experienced—past, present, and future—seemed to be twisting together. She couldn’t discern apart anything she was experiencing anymore.
She didn’t know it was possible to feel like this. Feelings beyond terror, beyond agony. She didn’t know it was possible to feel so terrified, she wanted to be dead, just to escape the feelings of revulsion, humiliation, and sleepless, adrenaline fueled fear she had been experiencing for so long. How long had it been? It could have been ten days or ten years for all she knew.
She felt a hope every time those fingers were back on her face, digging into her throat—a hope that he was going to finally choke the life out of her, finally end it… but she was never that lucky. He wasn’t merciful enough to end it like that. She knew he was going to drag this out as long as he could. She was going to be conscious until every last part of her flesh had been ripped apart, every last bone and organ had been shattered and fragmented. He had told her, whispered it right next to the melted lump of flesh that used to be her ear.
The last thing she saw before she died were his eyes. Pale and hungry, drinking in every part of her shredded body.
Then she was gone. (с)
She had lost that ability long before. At first it had been because her throat was too raw to produce sound anymore, and then it was because her tongue was gone.
She couldn’t remember the exact details of that particular torment now. All of the pain she had experienced—past, present, and future—seemed to be twisting together. She couldn’t discern apart anything she was experiencing anymore.
She didn’t know it was possible to feel like this. Feelings beyond terror, beyond agony. She didn’t know it was possible to feel so terrified, she wanted to be dead, just to escape the feelings of revulsion, humiliation, and sleepless, adrenaline fueled fear she had been experiencing for so long. How long had it been? It could have been ten days or ten years for all she knew.
She felt a hope every time those fingers were back on her face, digging into her throat—a hope that he was going to finally choke the life out of her, finally end it… but she was never that lucky. He wasn’t merciful enough to end it like that. She knew he was going to drag this out as long as he could. She was going to be conscious until every last part of her flesh had been ripped apart, every last bone and organ had been shattered and fragmented. He had told her, whispered it right next to the melted lump of flesh that used to be her ear.
The last thing she saw before she died were his eyes. Pale and hungry, drinking in every part of her shredded body.
Then she was gone. (с)