《Amir: A Short Horror Story》A Sickly Death
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It leaned back, using a hand to tear down my torso as skin split, peeled, and rolled up like carpet. I screamed louder than I ever knew I could as pain flowed through my body. It was like a cluster of nerve endings that had never been touched before, that didn't seem to exist, suddenly started to work screaming at me to stop the agony. Tears were blurring my vision as It chuckled at me, at my pain.
It pushed and pulled at the rip of my ripped chest, peeling it farther and farther apart while it smiled as if it was playing with a Barbie Doll. It seemed to savor my cries of pain. It took off my socks and shoes like it was re-styling me.
"You're just pathetic, aren't you? Is there any point to fight?" It plucked off my toes like a schoolgirl plucking petals. Blood spurted out from each stump at my foot like a fountain, muscle being torn in chunks. The smell filled the room like an overcast day.
"Oh my God it hurts so much, please, make it stop!" I cried out, tasting blood in my mouth from the amount I was screaming, begging to just end it and to let it all go. I couldn't think anymore, I only knew pain. I was the prey, the weak, little mouse.
"Shhh, it's alright. I'll stop" It shushed me with its hand over my mouth. I felt bile rise up inside of me at the stench of its putrid hand covered in my own blood, it Abe's blood. One by one with its other hand, it twisted my feet off. I couldn't feel them anymore, but could hear the gross "Pop!" of my ankle joint being pulled off of my legs. I couldn't vomit and felt some of it run to the back of my nose and burn as I tried swallowing it back down. I choked, spewing the chunky liquid at Amir's hand. It leaked out from the sides onto my face, running up my face near my eyes. The rest of my vomit sat at the back of my tongue, making me choke. I impulsively tried sitting up to let it out, but Amir forced me back down, slamming my head on the pillow. I tried to cough only to swallow and choke.
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Without another word, Amir simply smiled and crushed my fingers. I would rather have him rip my arms off, so I could bleed out already. When they're still there it hurts so much worse. I tried pleading with it using my eyes, but it shook its head like a disappointed parent bent my arms backwards. I tried to jerk and move, but Amir held me down, forcing its fingers to pierce the skin like my shoulder. It then gave me matching knees with my arms and I finally faded out into darkness. I love you Mom.
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