Branded

Pain and suffering is not fun.

“This is for the order!” a man yelled right before I hear something metal cut through the air and over my left shoulder. It was a bullet. 50 caliber. How he managed to find a gun that fires that baffles me. I thought they were all destroyed a long time ago. I smartly ducked before another went by right where my head was. Too close. “I'm just a wanderer! I mean no harm!” I yell but no one hears. Mainly because there too drunk to notice. There's three of them. Two are kinda drunk. The third one is so drunk. Every time he fires a gun he falls down. “Quit cowering and face me! we won't hurt ya! We’ll just turn ya into a slave.” he yells, god he's dumb. I try to run but the moment I stand up I feel something pierce my flesh and dislocate my shoulder. The force of it throws me to the ground. I look at my shoulder and it's…. Not bending the right way. By the time I realized i'm bleeding like a stuffed pig. I pass out. Out of a mixture of fear and blood loss. I came to who knows how long after. My arm hurts. I try to move it with no luck. I-I can't feel my arm. I look and all I see is a mangled stump. I screamed before getting a fist across my face. I realized that, that wasn't the end of this. The punch rocked my head. I couldn't hear much. Other than low laughing. My vision is blurry. I can only make out the outlines of the people doing this to me. The drunks are pinning me. They reeked of booze. The drunker guy was sober. So I know that I have been out for a long time. I see something orange floating towards my face. Then...... All I could hear is my flesh. Sizzling. All I could do is scream. After a minute of agonizing pain and nearly blacking out a few times. It was over. Then they dunked my face into the a bucket of alcohol and I continue to scream. They're laughing. At my pain. They pull up my head then I'm met with the stock of a rifle. I was knocked out. Then I wake up in a cell.