" I am anger. I am fear. I am revenge. "

Like a sharp migraine drilling through her head, Jo woke. Darkness consumed the space around her, nothing but a small yellow light flickering at the end of the corridor.

Jo went to scream- but felt her lips be restrained by sore outbursts of pain. In fact, Jo couldn't open her mouth at all.
She reached her weak shaking fingers up to her mouth, feeling the twelve ridges against her lips.
Stitches.
She wanted to scream at the thought of her lips being sewn together. What the hell was going on?

A small rustle came from the end of the corridor. With slow silent sobs, Jo tiptoed down the corridor. Now, she wore a small silky white gown. Jo had no idea how she had gotten here- all she knew was that she was terrified out of her mind.

Hot salty tears ran down Jo's face, as her sore feet left behind bloodied footprints in the corridor. She walked towards the sound, her heart thumping in her chest.

As she turned the corner, she saw a pile of cardboard boxes propped against the wall. The sound, she now realised was coming from a rat rustling around the box.

Jo blinked, kneeling down by the rat and pulling at the cardboard box. Inside, she fished out a jar.
As the light flickered on once more, the contents inside the jar became visible. They were eyeballs. At least ten of them.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Jo's lips were sewn together, otherwise she would have screamed until her vocal cords broke.
Jo breathed in through her nose, her hands shaking violently. She'd been in bad situations before. She was a hunter, it was her job...but not like this. Not when she was about to come face to face with the one thing no hunters had ever successfully hunted.

'Think about your options. How the hell do you get out of here, JO? Think!'

Jo took the jar and smashed it onto the ground, eyeballs rolling everywhere as if they were marbles. The glass shattered everywhere- and with shaken hands Jo picked up the largest shard. She took it in her hands, squeezing it so tightly that it drew blood. She then began cutting at the stitches on her lips, feeling striking pain as each suture became undone.

The salty tears stung as they trailed onto her bruised and torn lips.

Once her lips were free, Jo hunched over, letting out sobs.

When the primary shock had died down, Jo stood up, fishing through the cardboard boxes. Another jar came rolling out, this one filled with tongues.
Jo took a deep breath in, inspecting her feet. As she looked, she realised the reason why she had left a trail of bloodied footprints with every step. A thick rusty nail had halfway lodged itself into her left foot.
With a sigh, Jo yanked it out. She had to bite down on her tongue to keep herself from screaming. When it was out, she pressed down on the hole, trying to clot the blood.

The sound of wind blowing in the corridor to her right stopped Jo. She turned around, looking at the huge figure in front of her. The lights were dim and flickering so she couldn't get a good look at it.

She stood up abruptly, sprinting back up the corridor to where she had woken. Underneath the darkness, the figure followed her.

Jo sunk down the wall. Who was she? With anything else she'd be on her feet, readying herself for a fight. Now, something just felt off. The thing stopped at least a few metres in front of her, yanking the door shut and locking her in the cell at the end of the corridor.

"What are you?" She trembled, hugging her knees.
"I am anger. I am fear. I am revenge. All at once." He spoke softly but the words were so clear and so painful in her head. They felt like shouts even when they were mere whispers.
"Why?" Jo sobbed. "Why?!"