Don't open the door. Though I can see your curiosity is piqued and your hand is reaching for its knob anyway. Try to resist silly human. I'm warning you. There are vile demons beyond, whose very purposed existence is to torment. Ahhh but there you go anyhow. And now, here we are. So what do you think? Do you enjoy the blood smudged faces, watching you in grotesque hunger? Do you like how the ceiling and walls of sulphur air, are painted in fleshy reds? Wetness drips down from these abstract portraits, making puddles here and there. The door clicks shut. We are all locked in together. And I make my way towards you. The floor squishes under my footsteps. Sticky fluids gum my boot heels. Meaty bones and occasional severed heads line the passageway to you. Your eyes widen, a frozen scream trapped within their reflected depths. Faint wry grin plays at the corners of my mouth. I lean in close, kiss your cheek softly. I whisper ever so seductively, "Hold on luv, here comes the pain." Remaining where I am, the demons begin to swarm over you. There can be no pleading for your life. For you sealed your own fate the moment you did what you wanted to. They’re tearing you apart, flaying your skin into thick, juicy strips. I close my eyes, reveling in the macabric symphony that are your tortured shrieks. I did try telling you. You chose not to heed, and did....... exactly as I had hoped.
“The Will of Mortals” Written by ©®™ Atusha Avarus
An old piece that I completely re-did.
