Chapter c Cured
This scene was visually appetizing, but after the thirtieth time of watching it on repeat, his desire for it lessoned. His eyes were red hot and aching, too, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t force them to close. If they wavered from the screen only once, the picture would change into something even more gruesome than the video before it, therefore stealing his attention right back. The new images never ceased. Only more and more came. Hours and hours’ worth. He could imagine the screaming. The blood, oh, such a gorgeous mess! Wounds. Shredding. Dismemberment. Beautiful brutality. Time became nothing more than the gory clips playing on the screen, a way in which to measure the length of his captivity. Exhaustion and his unsatisfied thirst were killing him. His limbs were clenc
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