The Monster they Made 2.0

No!!!...no!!...no!

Let me out of here! I’m not just some creature you can cage like an animal! I’m a sentient being for christ sake…Please don’t leave me in this cell.

Sadly my plea’s never reached the ponies and instead all that graced me was this eerie silence filling the empty space excluding my breathing.

I crawled toward the corner of the small cell trying hard to control my claustrophobia, but nothing no matter what I did; I just couldn't lessen my fear instead it continued to rise until I finally snapped.

I was beating on the door until my knuckles were pale and soaked in blood, started clawing the walls trying desperately to escape, then when nothing worked I screamed my lungs out while bailing like a kid. Before I knew it I was awaking in the center of the cell feeling a stinging pain.

Looking toward my hands I almost lost my contents upon seeing the horrible state they were in, so I ripped my shirt to bandage them hoping they would heal. Though I knew deep down they were never going to get any better. Then my head was throbbing constantly. I decided the best course of action would be to just to sit there waiting for something to happen. Before I knew it time passed without me realizing it.

I lied on the ground un-moving trying to build my strength up. No matter how many times I’ve tried I couldn’t find it within myself to bother; instead the floor felt more welcoming.

Closing my eyes I tried to imagine a place more pleasing, though no matter what I always seen the same gloomy environment. I sighed for what little fragments remained within my thoughts that hadn't been forgotten to time. As more time passed on I found it harder each second that went on to remember who I was?

I’ve made sure to leave behind engraving within my cell to try and remember the little things that would matter to me. Of course I made sure to leave out my previous life. I saw no reason to remember my family, friends, or life when it would do me nothing more, but cause me suffering.

Every time I awakened I would seem to have lost more memories along with how I was within a cell instead I would go on believing my cell walls were the entire world, while I would be the only creature within it.

Each time I would feel my strength seeping away; leaving me weaker; while pain constantly stabbed at me. Hunger ate at me reminding me at times that I needed to get something in my stomach and at times it would leave me awake not allowing me to get any sleep whatsoever leaving me in a whimpering mess. At some point I would imagine myself balancing on a tightrope between life or death.

I laughed at my dismay not bothering to care whether or not I live or die. Since I’ve longed outlived my sanity in caring. If anything it would have been a blessing within itself if I were to never awake again to see this fucking place! What I’m I saying "slipping out a small chuckle," It’s like I’m wanting another soul to listen to my ranting… to hold me tightly and say that I matter.

Forever alone to die by myself, here in this box of a shithole. No soul to remember this depraved unforsaken person. Cursed to suffer and crumple apart piece by piece into the depths of insanity until my hands decide to end my pitiful existence.

I started to stir awake when I begin to hear some rather out of place noises coming from one of the walls. I would have gotten up to investigate, but I no longer had the drive to care anymore. So I decided to put off as any other nonsense that my mind was making up once again.

Continuing to lay their waiting for sleep to consume me once more; until suddenly I heard a loud slam from behind me then muffled noises before all too suddenly I felt a tinge upon my legs. I had no time to react or even the strength to before I felt a strong pull with enough force that slammed me against the wall until my eyes landed upon a small miniature creature of some kind.

When I was about to speak a word toward it I felt a sudden blow contact toward my head. I let out a pained scream from the piercing blow then after I could recover I felt another and another until it started to come rapidly. I started to gurgle upon my own blood while my vision started to become fuzzy relaying to me that I was going to die at any moment. I accepted my fate waiting for the final blow, but it did not come instead I felt my body being dragged upon the floor leaving me to deal with the aftermath.

I started to stir once again to realize I’m no longer being dragged on the floor, but instead I’m sitting in a chair with my arm and legs restrained. I could still make out the same raspy voices from before coming behind me. I tried to struggle against the binds, but it was fruitless endeavor instead it caused my capturers to know I was awake.

They slowly appeared within my vision. The first one was right in front of me while the other was slowly entering my vision with a set of tools laid out on a metal tray. I struggled against the binds with more force I could produce though it was not enough. The more I tried to escape my binds the more my soon to be tortures were being to get a kick out of it before one of them grabbed hold of what I could make out to be pliers. My eyes widen with fear.

The time that passed by I’ve had my nails removed individual one by one, both of my ring fingers cut off, and minor bone fractures inflated upon my body with a mullet. There was no mercy spared upon me instead they got a kick out of my screaming and squirming. I couldn’t handle this anymore. Why? Why didn't they just end me! Didn’t I already suffer enough.

A thought appeared in my head whispering to me there was no such thing as enough. I hanged my head down waiting for them to continue on, but I felt the restrains being undone and once that was over I fell forward smacking upon the solid floor before getting dragged back to my cell left to hang while leaving behind a blood trail. I was certain that I was going to blood out and die a slow death. Oh, how wrong I was….

This continued on back and forth making it seem like entirety. Until during one torturing session I began to hear a angelic voice whispering in my ear telling me

“If I was going to accept defeat and let this continue on?”

I replied back telling the voice that there was no reason to continue on.

“Is that what you think? Because I see a person that is stronger than that! Someone who has a flaming desire burning brightly!”

I hate to say it, but you're barking up the wrong tree foreign voice. I’m a lost cause...Just leave me to die in this place.

“Hmph, Your not a lost cause...You’ve just needed guidance...Someone to grab your hand and tell you that they care. I know you still feel it, the more you push it away, the more you try and fight it. What if I told you I care and that what they are doing to you is wrong. I want to be that person who pulls you out of the abyss and guides you. If you give me the chance; I can free you from your binds...all you have to do is allow me in”

I was at a lost for words...does this voice actually care...I couldn't be certain, but what if it was speaking the truth. I know that allowing it in is a possible danger, but I had nothing more to lose and this voice offered me a chance to be saved from this hell. I feel so weak, my will is fading, and I need another to lift this burden. So under the situation I was facing I did the best decision for my survival. I accepted it’s offer.

“I will not make you regret this. Now I need you to look around your surrounding. Try to find something of use that could be used against your tormentors before you and these binds that restrain you to this chair are nothing to impressive if you have a understanding of what is required. Also it helps that these straps aren’t engineered for us, but more so ponies.”

I started to look around my field of vision to see what was present within my vicinity and what I saw was the tray they had with all there tools displayed. I eyed each one to see which would better suit a lethal but also quick kill since I really didn’t have the energy to spare. Once I had something to go on I heard the voice telling me to force my hand on the restrains until I dislocated my thumb.

I started to apply pressure against the restraint when the ponies were not looking in my direction. It went back on forth until I was finally able to dislocate my thumb which turned out to be the easy part since now I had to pull it through the strap while it peeled off some of my skin at the same time. I screamed within my mind while tightly biting down to keep myself from voicing my pain.

When I was about to free my hand I began to hear terrified voices echo through the tunnels and then silence. The two ponies were distracted by the sound so I quickly ripped my hand out and worked on the leg strap before one of the ponies slammed their hoof against my head making me dizzy, but I still continued on. The pony was readying for another strike, but I quickly reacted in seizing the death blow with my hand and using my now freed leg I kicked the pony back.

The pony was dazed from the kick so I quickly grabbed the scalpel in reach then proceeded to cut the straps just before the pony came at me once again. Reacting quickly I put out my foot then did a ninety degree angle using my leg making sure to use his momentum which sent him flying toward the wall making a sickening crack telling me that he snapped his neck. Getting out the chair I was about to check on the corpse, but before I could the other pony who went to checkout the noise showed up terrified until he seen the scene. The terrified look he spouted quickly morphed into rage then before I could react he tackled me to the ground before beginning to deliver strikes toward my face.

I was beginning to lose consciousness so in desperation of a last resort I started to scratch at his face letting him lit up a little before I brought him in then proceeded to bite down on his ear cleaning biting it off then placed my hands near his eyes. Once my hands were near position I pierced my thumbs into his eye sockets.

His screams filled the room while he started to squirm about crying in pain hitting nothing, but air. I used this as leverage over him then pushed him off. Once up on my feet I seen the sorry display of the pony that was confident in ending me; now wailing in pain; then he went so far as to ask me for mercy.

My teeth grind-ed together from him even asking for mercy!

He didn’t spare me from my misery when I asked for the same, so why should I!

I grabbed hold of him and started to drag him toward the fountain where I proceeded to dunk his head into the water. I held him under the water while he tried with all his might to squirm free, but I didn’t let him budge a inch. Finally not two minutes later he downed.

I slowly slid to the floor feeling exhaustion consume me. It was done and yet I couldn’t know why I felt hollow...Like I finally killed the ones who caused my torment though I wasn’t happy instead I felt dirty. I was about to dive deeper into this foreign feeling until I started to hear the voice again.

“Clap,clap,clap, Bravo! You sure did splendid work I must say, though there could be some slight improvement here and there. For your first time though I’m rather surprised this was your handy work. I see a bright future for you yet, my apprentice.”

“Hm, oh. I wasn’t present during your ordeal since I wanted to see what kind of training I would need to teach you, but seeing this you are far from ordinary. So I won’t be needing to start you at novice instead competent. You did after all start questioning your actions. I need you not to feel anything for the likes of them instead you need to treat it as water under the bridge.”

“Now I know you wouldn’t like this one bit, but I want you to feed upon one of them since your body wouldn’t be prepared for whatever we might encounter during our escape. You do need the strength after all judging by your boney figure. It’s your choice though. Die in this shithole or eat that ponies flesh and have a high possibility in escaping from here.”

Chose Your Fate