You wake up.
The room is completely dark except for a blinding light pointed straight at your face.
You're in your underwear.
You try to sit up.
You find that you are tied down.
Chains and ropes have your arms bound tight.
You are unable to move.
You hear a noise.
You look to the right.
The light glares off a set of well-polished metal objects.
Another noise, this time to the left.
You look.
A dirty metal door opens to a dimly lit lime green hallway.
A tall figure stands in the doorway.
He wears large combat boots, a long white coat, black rubber gloves up to his elbows, a white face mask, and a black top hat.
He slowly closes the door.
He walks to the foot of the table you are on.
He stands looking at you.
He knows you're scared.
He continues towards the tray of well-polished tools.
He grabs a knife with a long thin blade.
It glistens in the light; not a spot on it.
He slowly creeps over, holing the blade where you can see it.
He smells your fear.
He looks into your eyes as he slowly lowers the blade to your stomach.
His icy blue eyes seem to be looking into your soul.
He begins cutting across your stomach; over your belly button.
The blade is so sharp that it feels like a paper cut.
He cuts you from one side to the other.
He pulls the skin apart.
The air burns as it enters the wound.
You let out a scream of pain.
He doesn't flinch.
He walks away out of the light.
You hear noises that sound like bottles clanging together.
He soon returns with a jar or salt and a bottle of alcohol.
He comes over and sets the containers on the tray.
He opens the salt and walks back to your table.
He pours a handful of salt into his hand and watches you.
He sees your confusion; he sees your fear.
He rubs the salt into your open wound.
The pain is immense.
You try to scream but your lungs seem to not be working.
So, you open your mouth and close your eyes in silence; too much pain to scream.
He watches the tears run down your cheeks.
Even through the mask you can tell he's smiling.
He enjoys your pain.
He then turns back to the tray and grabs the alcohol.
He slowly opens the bottle, watching your stomach as he does.
He then turns the bottle up and pours the entire thing onto your open wound.
You are in excruciating pain.
The air from the room, the salt, and now the alcohol......burning your insides.
He turns to his tray and returns with a needle and thread.
You now realize the alcohol was for sterilization.
He wants you alive.
He sows up the wound, leaving the salt inside.
He walks out of the light again.
He is gone for minutes.
You wonder what he's doing.
You wonder if he's watching you cry in pain.
You eventually get used to the burning pain in your stomach.
You've stopped crying.
You hear footsteps.
He's come back for more.
He returns to his tray, taking his time.
It takes him a while to decide his next method of pain.
He turns, holding a hammer and a box of nails.
He holds a nail to your right knee.
He slowly taps it with the hammer.
He begins tapping harder and faster.
He completely buries the nail into your knee.
The nail is between the bones.
He holds another nail about three inches lower than the first.
He begins tapping.
The nail slowly slides through the flesh until it meets bone.
He taps a few more times and then begins another nail.
He slowly taps it through the flesh to the bone.
He gives it three more good hits.
You feel your bone begin to split.
Small cracks run up and down from the nail.
He begins a fourth nail spaced twice as far as the others.
Its needle-like point stabs the bone and the cracks run further down your bone.
Your leg is in so much pain that the rest of your body has gone numb.
All you feel is the enormous pain throbbing within your right leg.
He taps in another nail.
You struggle to escape but the ropes and chains are way to strong.
He then places a sixth nail near the bottom of your leg.
He begins tapping it into place very slowly.
He then quickly pulls the hammer back above his head and looks into your eyes.
You begin breathing heavily, your heart racing.
He smiles his menacing smile.
He slams the hammer down with all his power.
He connects directly with the head of the nail.
You scream out in pain as you feel your bone split in half.
You flail around on the table but your binds hold you there.
There is no escape.
You are trapped, defenseless against this giant man.
You wonder what his next method of pain will be.
He stands and stares as your leg throbs in pain.
He walks back into a corner and returns with a wire.
You wonder what the wire is for.
He slowly wraps around the exposed nails one by one.
He checks the nails making sure the wire is attached well.
He then walks back into the corner and you hear a low laugh.
Seconds later a surge of pain runs into your leg and all through your body.
Electricity pulses through the wire down the nails and directly into your bone.
Your entire body begins shaking violently.
Then it suddenly stops.
No more electricity; no more convulsions.
He slowly begins removing the wire from the nails.
He returns the wire to the corner.
He then returns and begins quietly examining the nails in your leg.
He slowly begins pulling on one.
An immense pain burns as the nail slowly slides out.
The pain is immense.
You can't break free.
He throws the nail onto an empty tray.
He then begins pulling another nail.
The burning pain returns.
You struggle, trying to break free.
Escape is impossible.
He continues pulling the nails until he reaches the final nail.
It was pounded in so hard that it is now buried in flesh and bone.
He tries pulling it out with his hands.
Its in too deep.
His fingers cannot grip the head of the nail.
He walks away to his tray of tools.
He returns with a pair of pliers.
He begins examining the nail.
Looking at it from every possible angle.
He digs the pliers in deep.
You scream in pain as they rip down into the flesh.
Blood begins oozing out from around the nail.
He clamps it hard with the pliers and begins pulling.
You feel the nail moving and scream, now crying from the pain.
The nail is lodged deep in the bone.
He puts all his force into pulling out the nail.
Your leg lifts from the table but is stopped by your bindings.
With one final pull, the nail is freed.
Your leg falls back to the table.
A stream of warm red liquid flies through the air.
You lay there crying as a river of warm red blood pours from your leg.
The man is now returning from placing his pliers back on the tray.
He stares at your bloody, broken leg and begins laughing softly.
He walks over beside your leg.
He holds it gently.....almost lovingly.
He then lets out a yell as he grabs your leg and breaks the bone in half.
You scream, cursing him.
He grabs your leg a bit lower and snaps it again.
You throw your head back, screaming at a pain you have never experienced before.
He continues breaking your leg.
Turning the bones into powder.
He then stops, letting your limp leg fall to the table.
He looks into your eyes.
His crazed smile creeps out from behind the mask once more.
He reaches out his right hand and grabs your cheeks.
You struggle but with no effort he holds your head still.
You feel the blood on his hands, still warm as it touches your face.
With a slight laugh he softly says, "I've only begun".
He walks into the dark, laughing harder as he mover farther away.
You lay there with his bloody glove print on your face.
Your leg is throbbing in pain.
You hear humming then the sound of running water coming from the darkness.






......I'll continue this later. (please give critiques as I continue)

(I corrected the spelling.......finally.)