Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence.
I've become a human dart board. I'm entertainment for the people you never even wanna imagine exist. Should we have sympathy for evil? Good people do bad things and bad people do good things, but evil is different, no matter whether something good or bad is done there's always malice intent behind it.
I was kidnapped, why me? Is this a lesson? Maybe for all the amber alerts I quickly disregarded, and went on with my life while someone else may have been in a position like me. I ate while they bled. I cry everyday. I miss being human. I miss the few good people I knew. Sometimes I pray I'm not found. I don't want my mom to see me like this. I remember everything, every disgusting detail.
They drag me into a room and beat me so hard my brain gets damaged. Repeated blows straight to the skull I can even feel it crack at a point, and they put me into a seizure, my body stiffens and jerks, I bite my tongue, foam and blood oozes out of my clenched teeth. I'm permanently unable to function properly now, and I can't move most of my limbs due to the brain damage. As they beat me they stripped me. They drag my nude battered body against the concrete floor. Then they lifted me up against a wall and spread my arms like I was gonna be nailed onto a cross, and nailed my hands into the wall behind me with large, thick, long, sharp nails. For better leverage they stretch the skin above my shoulders and nail that skin into the wall as well with smaller nails. Next they spread my legs and nail my feet to the wall. During all this, barely conscious, I murmur groans of pain, with my face swollen and frowned and tight as you do when you cry, tears come down my face, drool mixed with blood spills out my busted lips. I hung there with pain in every part of my body, and just when I thought they were done they got pliers and stretched my tongue downward to the bottom of my chin then with one hard direct hit they nailed my tongue onto my chin, the nail went through my tongue and deep into my chin. Blood from my tongue squirted out on impact and splattered on my face. As soon as it happened I wailed of pain from deep within my throat.
So that's how they hanged me here, I've been here for, it feels like months, I don't know when day or night comes. I'm fed every few days to keep me barely alive. I guess it's more fun to them when they chuck darts at me while I'm alive. I could never understand the sick and twisted.