Diary of the Dead

Rivers. They weren’t just waterfalls…they were rivers. Crimson in color, they tore their way across her skin, betraying her many wounds. They were thick in constitution and endless, stopping only to allow even more blood to flow. These were beyond mere cuts, scratches, and nicks. These were deep embellishments of evil, taking their toll and laughing in her face all at the same time. She’d lost so much of the life giving liquid that she became dizzy and faint, only to be filled up via syringe just so she might be tortured again. Time became difficult to track. She was starved, beaten, and harmed in the most disgustingly heinous ways possible…and she was losing all hope.

She wondered what she’d done to deserve this, and then she remembered the reasons they had given when she first arrived. Her mind went to a very dark place as her captors arrived to administer punishment again. They forced her into suggestive poses, taking picture after picture before wrapping barbed wire around her face. She cried as she felt the horrible sharp points piercing into her skin, drawing out the contents, and then spitting them out so it could feed again. Once this method of torture was completed, then came the horrible lashing. She was stripped of her clothing, made to stand, and then mercilessly whipped. The cat o’nine tails had glass strewn throughout its twisted leathery design. These shards stuck in her back, causing excruciating pain and an extreme amount of bleeding.

I was always so kind to everyone, she told herself, why should something so innocuous lead to something so…evil? Should I have been the same bully Sunset was? No…no, I couldn’t! I’d never harm my friends or my fellow human in such a manner! I must keep hope that they’ve found my diary and are coming for me!

But, with a new lash coming every few seconds, it became difficult to understand hope. In fact, Fluttershy began to ponder the fleeting nature of the concept. With every new beating she endured, she questioned why humans hope at all. What kind of maddening, sickening idea was it that technologically advanced bipeds had called “hope?” Just how could hope ever break through the darkness surrounding her? The pain impacted these thoughts, jackhammering them deep into her cerebral cortex. The mind that had been planted at birth began to wither away. Her cries became silent, and she fell against the whipping post, accepting her fate. The captors took great joy in this, as they felt it was a breakthrough they’d been looking for.

So, they untied her and sat her in a chair. Lights flashed all around, frightening her a bit, but otherwise doing little to undo the damage done. She was still bleeding, and she felt the faintness return. But a quick syringe of blood “voluntarily donated” by some poor hapless sap quickly gave her a boost of energy. It did nothing to make her feel any better, as she knew exactly what the captors had done with the donor. They were probably lying dead at the bottom of some spike filled pit somewhere. She knew these people very well, and she also knew what happened to those who crossed them.

“Now, Fluttershy,” an interrogator squawked, anger and hatred in his face, “for the last time…where is the portal?”

“I’ll never tell you,” Fluttershy growled, “you can do whatever you want to me. You can wrap me in razor wire, waterboard me, beat me, rape me, or even KILL me! I will never talk!”

“Mm…she’s such a brave girl, sir,” the interrogator said, turning to his boss, “pity that bravery is such a conduit for foolishness, isn’t it?”

“Indeed it is, Sharp Eye,” the man said, stepping into the light, “but if anyone knows where the portal is, it’s her. She’s always been the black sheep…the RAT…and you know me, Sharp Eye. I…hate…rats.”

He said these words with spitting hatred, bending down to look his captive square in the eye. For his efforts, he received a defiant load of her saliva. But this didn’t anger him. He knew that he had this particular bird caged, defeathered, and utterly flightless. Nobody was coming for her. He could do whatever he wanted to her and fling aside the leftovers for someone else to deal with. His evil, black heart, which was already quite shriveled, somehow shrank even further. He hated this girl with every fiber of his being, not only because she wouldn’t talk, but because she was a stain on his life.

Patience, he told himself, do not move yet. Striking her will only infuriate her, and we must know the location of that portal! Soon enough, this world will be ours, and we will enact our judgment upon this pathetic human race! So, just keep practicing your game of silence, Fluttershy. You’ve already lost.

“Shall I beat her again, sir?” Came another, much more feminine voice in the room, “I have a new lash I’ve just been itching to try! Also, I’d love to play with her body some more!”

“Stay calm, Torture Rack,” the boss said, “we only move when the ball is in our court. Right now, it’s in hers. We have no need to harm her anymore…at least, not for now. Soon, the time for beating will come again…unless, of course, she talks.”

“I’ll never talk,” Fluttershy said with an attempt at bravery, “and you can take your lashes and SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ASSES!”

“Ooooo…she insulted you, boss!” Torture said with excitement, “now you HAVE to let me hurt her!”

“Patience, my dear, patience,” the boss said, “her own words will come back to bite her. I guarantee it. She’s an annoying piece of work, duped into friendship with those…revolting idiots surrounding her. One even claims to be as smart as I!”

“But, boss, you’re one of the smartest people in the world,” Sharp Eye pointed out.

“Exactly,” the boss said, “my intelligence quotient knows no boundaries. Soon, the world will be mine, and everyone will do my bidding. Then, and only then, shall those faithful to me have their reward.”

“Sex, money, and hookers?” Torture asked hopefully.

“Darling, you can have all the sex you want in my world,” the boss said, “I really don’t care. But your reward is not carnal, nor materialistic.”

“Yeah…you never really told us what the reward was,” Sharp pointed out.

“Oh, Sharp Eye, you’ll find out…very soon,” the boss said, chuckling evilly.