I felt myself jolt awake in a panicked state, immediately feeling strain on my arms as if i was hanging from them. I was hanging from them. I was tied to the wall, my legs barely dangling above the ground. I looked around frantically for a source of light or something so I could see better. All I could focus on was my breathing and the strain on my limbs, causing them to stretch and tense. I felt tears rush down my cheeks and my jaw clench tightly as I tried to break free. I felt my wrists start to burn and my face flush. Just then I heard footsteps coming down stairs and a door began to unlock. I froze in fear as the entry opened to reveal the silhouette of a man about my age. He turned on a light that seemed old and faded, a soft orange glow filled the room, and the man closed the door and stepped in. I immediately knew who it was.

It was the dude I knew from highschool I met at con.

My eyes widened in terror as his head snapped towards me. He was much taller then me, about 6'2, and menacing, with the look of a caged unstable animal in his eyes under his happy expression.
"Remember me? Mr. All nighter?" he asked, taking steps closer with his heavy duty boots. He got so close I could smell him as he stood over me, casting his shadow so I couldn't see the light.
"It's been awhile, or has it?" he asked, cocking his head so the light was cast straight into my un-ajusted eyes. "S-s-Simon why are you- you doing this?" I asked, more tears falling from my damp and scared eyes. All he did in response was chuckle.

"I'm glad you got a first floor room in the hospital, for two months I watched you through that window. What a way to pass the time until you were mine." he reminisced, taking on a darker tone and stepping even closer, taking a hand and holding my waist to the wall. His other hand reached up and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back against the wall. More tears fell as I winced at the tug of my hair. "When that stupid son of a bitch took you, that Vincent guy, I knew it was time to take you myself. You. Are. Mine. You hear me?" he asked, yanking my hair more and digging his thumb into my rib. He did it harder and harder until I gave up and agreed. "Say it bitch, say you're mine!" he growled. I didn't want to agree. I was just about done with all this shit. He pulled my head forward and sent it back, straight into the concrete wall behind me. I screamed in pain, but still held my ground. I was not about to give him more power. He got even angrier and pulled my head forwards again, then my vision went black.

Mark stood infront of me, beckoning me towards him and my dad, they stood infront of a light that was welcoming and beautiful. I tried to walk towards them, but I couldn't, my legs wouldn't move as if they were glued to the spot. I looked down to see a black mass, covering my feet. Then two pairs of hands crept up my legs and began to pull me down, into the floor. I tried to yell for mark, but all I heard were his laughs as I was drug down further, and saw his eyes replaced with that same look that Simon's held. That of an unstable animal. The last thing I saw as I was drug down into the abyss was those same, insane eyes, haunting me, burning their image into my mind. As I was plunged into darkness I felt many hands, all over, caressing, prodding, pulling, all over me. I felt them crawling and invading as I silently screamed, no one there to hear my plea for safety. I felt constant eyes watching me, constant mouths hungering. I was plunging deeper as it got worse. The hands grew sharp claws that pierced my sensitive skin and my hair was held out of my face for better access to my eyes. Two claws carefully and skillfully removed them, earning both normal tears and tears of blood to flow form the two gaping wholes in my face. This is what hell felt like. I must have died and ended up here. No surprise, I never did expect to get to heaven.

( k its a little short but yeah! There you go friends! Some nice torture! Tschüss)