I was beaten.
...I was like an animal.
THEY knew I was an animal.
An experimentation for the tricks
they cannot do to themselves.
Yes...
Experimented.
A lab rat...
My skin was burned.
Their cigars were filling the air
as if the city was shoveled
from the ground
and...
was placed into this
Pandemonium.
My...
Pandemonium.
Belzeebub...
as I called
that huge
smelly
mad
or whatever creature he is...
Was in charge of the equipments
stained with my blood...
The room where the apparatus
are being kept felt like mass ******.
The difference?
Every drip of blood is mine...
every pile of sweat was secreted
by me...
every teardrop came from me.
I was tormented for nights.
I cannot close my eyes
even if I want to.
Once you feel hell.
YOU might as well say
that you are indeed in hell.
Succubus...
The succubus also wears
a lab coat.
Each sound that the metallic
sliding doors made was...
terrifying.
I know...
I shall be abused again.
Or shall I?
It never made a difference...
My wrists were still broken.
My hands were tightly chained
on the wall...
putting me flat on it.
I was set to stand
but...
Everytime that 'Succubus'
WILL visit,
they will inject my knees with tranquilizers that
strangely enough
isolates it from being controlled.
I was weak...
She made me weak.
My wounds were treated with salt.
Rubbing them as if I was a steak...
I was a treat.
HER treat.
Her sensuality is driving her crazy.
No...
she is sick!
HELP ME!
I shouted...
from my mind.
It is impossible to beg for help.
No one is near...
Or should I say...
Everybody is gone.
My thoughts were ongoing
while she plays with my body.
My deep wounds she reopened
with her fingers...
Licking it like popsicle...
I was like a map.
Her tongue travelled on
every roads of it.
I want to fight back.
I NEED to.
But...
I am weak.
My only rest is another torture.
I am injected with a substance
that makes my body speed up
the healing process.
They injected me with that...
not to help me
but to make me feel...
everything.
Over and over again.