Sitas2
10-20-2004, 08:42 AM
I sleep and go to dark places where shadow creatures torture and torment me. I am laying in a glass box in a floor. Above me is a wall with chains that I am compelled to look at. They bring in my best friend and place the chains on her body. One for each arm and leg. They proceed to lightly hit her with a razor type whip. Each slash causes her to cry out in pain and leave a large piece of broken skin, bleeding steadily. They proceed to whip her till she passes out from the pain and then remove her from the room. No sooner is she gone, that they bring in my Warrior. He stands proud against them, allowing them to chain him for he knows to resist would only make things worse. Instead of a razor whip they pull out this weapon I have never seen before. It is a whip but it is double edged with intercrossing barbs that tear away flesh when struck. He stands tall as they rip chunk after chunk from his body. Refusing to cry out or flinch. The quiet causes them to rip into him with this whip like a dog chewing a bone. Finally he succumbs to blackness without uttering a single word. Through-out all this, tears are streaming down my face and I can do nothing but scream . My glass coffin allows for no movement and is sound-proof, no one can hear my cries. As they tote off my Warrior, they bring in my brother. They chain him as he struggles to pull away. Their shadowy hands breaking skin in their efforts to hold him. After he is secured they hold out his hand and pull out a pair of scissors. They take just the tip off of his pinky and then, I wake, crying and screaming.