Story Dementium-1.

[OFFICIAL WARNING: Very graphic and violent story. Not appropriate for younger audiences]

*This is a story of me, however i wrote it on spanish with a very very formal language, so it may be a litte difficult to translate it; I will do my best. And sorry for my bad grammar.*

His wrists ached due the struggle, but he was decided to get free of that chair that had him prisioner. He had sweat in all of his face, his hands were shacking at the same pulse that his breath ragged; he was not afraid... He was terrified, he though that was only a joke; He couldn't feel his right leg, which made him doubt about that, it wasn't a joke.

The place was dark, visibility was limited, all that was posible to see was the enormous lack of light; Didn't make him fell better. An unclean pestilence ascended to his nose, stench of rot and chemical products.

The chair was wet, can't tell what was the fluid. It was made of steel, had moorings of leather for the hands and legs.

He heard the noise of steel rattling steel in the air of the room. Someone stumbled near him.
Silence for a few seconds, he felt how his senses were getting sharpenned. He could feel the wet and warm breath of the other dude.

He heard a piece of metal slide in the floor, also heard how the man swallowed saliva...he also heard him laugh a little.
-A little buzz in the air, then a shout of pain-

-More laugh, and a terrible mourn-

A white light turns on, really shiny, so intense that left him dazzled. His right knee was aching a lot, which made him a bit happy; at least he hasn't lost the leg.

Panting could be heard in the room, at the same time he heard heavy steps.

-Now he can see-

The room was of a black color, had steel tools in the wall.
He was so terrified that he forgot to see his knee... Or even worst, see the another guy...
Now he's calm, he saw his knee, it was destroyed, his knee succumbed against the piece of steel.


He was bleeding... still bleeds... now he faints...

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He wokes up at his bed, sweating, panting and crying.

He tries to calm down, he had a horrible nightmare. He looks at his wrists, nothing; Now the knew, nothing.

He tries to stand up.
-¡Crack!-

He broke his knee, no idea how, he was submissive.
He tried to scream... nothing happened, someone cutted his vocal chords; he crawls with the arms to the door, someone could see him, after all.

Finally he made it... he made it... I made it! -He though-

He tried to get up with the arms... now his wrists are broken, dislocated.

He was crying, but he still had a hope. He heard and saw an entity at his room, like a man with red intense eyes. None of both moved.

-A window opens-

The entity turns into dust as the air came in.

Now he was abandoned...

Alone...

submissive...

He died in one week, the exactly same time that took him tho kill
and tortured a child...