t o r t u r e d

it started a few years ago.

i took silver out of a pencil sharpener

and ran it up and down her arms.

it hurt her

and it hurt me

but i enjoyed it.

i took the roll as a

sadist and masochist.

then i pushed the pleasure even further.

i starved her.

first it was emotionally.

i robbed her of hope and

i made it clear that she was

completely alone.

well, except for me.

she knew i was there.

the second time,

i starved her physically.

deprived her of food

and liquids.

she became weak.

so i went in for the kill.

she survived the first time.

silly little girl.

i tried a second time.

her heart stopped.

her breaths stopped.

but the stupid doctors wouldn't.

she escaped from me for a while,

but just like the rest of them,

she crawled right back into my arms.

she was different though.

she didn't care what i did to her.

it stopped being enjoyable.

i loved watching them cry

scream out for mercy

beg for redemption.

but there was none of that anymore.

so i left...

...and watched her

destroy herself

on her own.