As I lie on the cold damp concrete floor wearing tattered clothes and shackles I think this cant get any worse. Then I hear the screams of the ones in the cage next to me I can feel the vibrations as our master beats them with chair legs and chains. Everyday I fear it will be my last I have been a prisoner here for 3 years and everyday master tells me I'm next but everyday he beats another instead. Everyday the smell of piss, shit, and death grows stronger. I hear a scary silence from the cage next to me the screaming has stoped I hear the footsteps but thet dont get closer. Suddenly master lets out a scream of joy as he kicks the decapitated head of my neighbor down the hall he smiles an evil smile as he passes my cage spitting on me as he goes by "your next you fuck! YOU HEAR ME?" I begin to shake. I hear him yell as he comes back down the hall he stops at my cage and unlocks the door. He enters with a chain he lets out a sick giggle as he begins hitting me everywhere he can. the sound of my flesh ripping open and the sounds of bones breaking are muffled by masters laugh my screams gro louder as he beats me harder and harder. I try to speak but i cant he stops beating me and looks at me with blank eyes he is inches from my face the smell of decay on his breath penetrates my nose "do you have something to say?" he askes me I reply "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US?" He smiles and tells me "because I'm GOD I can" he continues to beat me for what feels like an hour. He stops only because he finds himself not able to lift his arm anymore a feeling of relief comes over me. Master turns and exits my cage walking away like nothing happened.
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