Torture

The Torture

It was cold, freezing. I opened my eyes to a bright light. “Am I dead”. “Where am I”? I looked around, I was surrounded by all types of tools; saws, pliers, ax’s machetes, and a small TV. I tried standing up, but I was strapped up to the chair. I attempted to try to unstrapped myself, but it was useless. “Lisa, Lisa, Lisa“I heard a raspy voice from a distance. “Help me” I yelled. He ignored my plead for help. “My name is Holes. I love putting holes through peoples head” He turned on a drill, trying to taunt me. “Why am I here” I interrupted. “That’s what they all ask” he chuckled. “You’re here because you don’t appreciate life. Ever since Toby died...” “Shut up, don’t speak of him” I yelled. He continued “...You drink away your pain. You cut yourself. You shoot yourself up with heroine. You get a good high to forget about your little brother Toby”. Tears began to form in my eyes. Holes came out from the shadows and showed his face. He was hideous. He had dark scars covering his left cheek. He was probably in his mid 20’s. he was about 6’1” , wearing a doctors coat over green scrubs. He had blood splattered over the area of his left knee. “It’s time for a little reality check Lisa”. The TV in front of me turned on. It was showing a video of a chair. Holes used a teddy bear to demonstrate what the chair does. In the video, Holes pressed a button and the chair began to tick. There was a time on it, 30 minutes exact. There was a beaker on a table next to the chair. “If you don’t fill the beaker up with 20 milliliters of blood within 30 minutes...” The chair exploded and the teddy bear was into tiny pieces. Holes looked at me. He placed a beaker under my right arm and unstrapped my left hand. He gave me a blade, looked me in my eyed and said calmly ‘’you’re the teddy bear” and Holes left the room. At that same moment, the chair began to tick. I knew what I had to do, but I couldn’t do it. He wanted me to cut myself till I fill the beaker to 20...