Torture

Dylan

I didn't know how long it had been since this started, but I can't take much more. I thought I would be able to endure until it stopped.

How long had it been since I stopped being able to scream from the pain? How long had it been since I became accustomed to the pain?

How many times had my skin been torn off, my flesh removed, my fingers, toes, hands, and feet, been cut off and regenerated?

How was my body able to regenerate? I thought I was just a normal human.

So many questions raced through my mind as the monster in front of me relentlessly took pieces of my body and threw them on the ground of the room, their lackeys coming in periodically to clean up the chunks.

I didn't even do anything. They never asked me a single question. What did I do to deserve this?

I just wish that this would end already.

**

The monster finally got tired and left the room, allowing me at least a break from everything. I could finally sleep.

**

The monster's back. I don't have any strength left to try and escape and even if I did I don't think I could break free anyway.

Although I had long since stopped feeling the pain, I did notice that the monster avoided severing my left hand, or rather, couldn't.

They carved into it at one point, revealing a crystal, and after failing to remove it, decided to just avoid it for now.

I guess one upside from this is how much I've learned about my body.

**

"Okay, sir, I think he's ready."

The monster stepped back, panting, allowing the thing behind it to approach me.

I hadn't even noticed, but the whole room was now spotless, now completely filled with hooded figures.

The newest person in the room was what I could only describe as monstrous, even more so than the one that broke me down so far.

Their fur was completely pitch black, with only a white spot around its snout and the inside of its ears.

Their body was massive, standing at an impressive 2.75 meters tall, its muscles bulging out of the tight clothing it was wearing.

All across its body were countless scars and it was even missing an eye.

Unlike the green one, this one's face, hands, and feet were nothing like a human's, instead being a mix between a Demon and a beast of some kind.

"Boy, what is your name?"

The voice that came out of such a beast didn't surprise me. It was harsh and low with a feeling of overwhelming confidence and power, completely different from anything I've ever heard before.

As I prepared to open my mouth and say my name, I quickly stopped, realizing that I didn't remember.

What is my name?