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A Wonderland
Weakened now. Bones frail like skin.
"Can you feel it?"
"Do you want it?
Do not reply. Your mouth words sting my ears. You need to listen to me now, let the victim speak.
I am in comand now, you must obey me. Indulge yourself in these perfect surroundings. The darkness, the concrete white washed walls, the plastic, bubble carpeted floor, the stained glass windows where Jesus did hang, where the children once played. Do you have any appreciation for this Wonderland? A Wonderland I once had- until you cut me away from it? Do you have any clue at all how long my suffering took until it ceased.
Ha. It never ceased. I can still feel your pulse beating furiously under my thumbs. But do not fear. I will help you repent your mortal Sins.
See this blade? I was going to use it against myself but I've found it a greater use. You, of course.
It's very pretty isn’t it, how it flirts with the fragmented light, how it slices through the air, so swiftly so finely it is never course. Yet what if I do this? What if I polish the blade blunt?
Heh- You really thought I would use a sharpened blade on you. You sad perverted old man. Why should I grant you the pleasure of such; you never granted it to me.
Even though I was screaming for it.
Your body is so disgusting. How does anyone’s pupils become so large to such an imagery?
How did you convince yourself? How did you contort yourself?
Do not answer. This blade is becoming restless. Tell me; where should I cut first?
Head?
Neck?
Legs?
Feet?
Ah.
I shall begin with your chest. That fragile cartilage bridging two Hells needs to be severed.
Prisoner screams.
Having fun? Drowning in your own pain?
"Can you feel it?"
"Do you want it?"
Do not reply. Your tongue cries burn my eyes. You need to know now, let the victim speak. Little point in ignoring the pain. It will only become worse.
Worse. See this blade? The blood hanging from its edge? This may have been my blood but no. Alas. My veins bleed no black.
Do you see how? How the black looks against the sliver?
Such a contrast, such a beauty, a distinction- HA- Defiance on the edge. You sad perverted old man.
Oi! Don’t look at the blade! Why should I grant you the pleasure of such; you never granted it to me.
Even though I was bleeding for it.
God.
Your insides are so disgusting; your internal beings, moving up and down, frivolously. I will have to stop this.
*reaches into chest, runs fingers against the aorta before sliding hand beneath the body lifting it up, slowly.*
Slowly.
Slowly
Until.
HA- I have your Heart!
Prisoner violently flinches.
Ha-HA- such a relief. Forging with a Heart!
"Can you feel it?"
"Do you want it?"
No reply? That would be right. A Father of no words.
*pinches Heart*
Why wont you give me your lip secrets!? Give me your LIP SECRETS!
Prisoner renders unconscious
HEY!?
I will hit you. Wake up!
GIVE ME THE TRUTH YOU SAD PERVERED OLD MAN!
Why do you make me love you? I never wanted to love you. I didn’t like that game. I didn’t want to play. You made me play.
You made me play with your mouth words and your tongue cries.
God. You are not going to wake up. There I’ve put down your heart.
WAKE UP!
There I've put down the knife.
WAKE UP!
There I've taken off my gloves.
WAKE UP!
*Injects adrenaline* Prisoner gasps.
Prisoner grabs her throat.
Squeezes throat.
Faster
Faster.
HA- You cannot kill me. Old Man.
This will... fade to.. black. You will... end. This is.. PRETEND.
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Young girl awakes from a dream. She wipes away the sweat running from her skin then rolls on her side facing her bedside table. A picture is illuminated by the sketches of moonlight. A figure appears, a figure once familiar to the young girl.
"Never die in Wonderland," she says to the picture, " You've already died here. Dad."
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"Hubert Cumberdale, you taste like soot and poo."
"Ooooh, that was a treat for the fingers."
"Do you not like my mouth words?"
"rusty kettle...(scratch scratch)... ooooaaaahhhh"
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