The first like 2,000 words are Sharla being tortured.  So I mean, read at your own risk or something.  Honestly why are you here if you aren't prepared to read horror.

I had decided to try to enjoy the rest of my time before I was tortured. I ate great food, spent whole days with the others, and was quite good at ignoring everything. 5 days later though I was completely healed, and even though the torture was painful and I hated it, I had to admit the scars (in the shape of flowers) looked SUPER cool. I sat on my bed, tracing over the white scar tissue and waited. I was healed, Victor would come for me soon. Just as I thought that someone stepped into the room, Victor. He was shadowed by Gérald, he always was.

“You’re healed now, Sharla, it’s time for your punishment. Follow,” Victor said in a tone that was so cold it made me shiver. He left no room for argument as he turned around and left the room. Gérald sent me a worried look. I didn’t need his pity. I followed Victor. He led me to a room. The room. The cell that I was tortured in by his mother. He knew this was the cell. I looked at the blood stained floor and shivered, the images of Eva being tortured kept flashing into my mind. The blood seeping out of her and onto the floor as she refused to scream. Her arms, bleeding, her sobs. My pain. The cuts. I swallowed. This wasn’t the time. I looked Victor straight into the eyes.

“Please step this way now,” he said as he gestured to some chains on the wall. Great. I went over to the chains and he chained me to the wall. He then went over to the torch on the wall and dropped it into a puddle of water that was in the corner of the cell. The room fell into darkness and I held my breath. I hope I don’t die, was all I could think. I heard something being sharpened before a piece of fabric was covering my eyes (not that I could see anyway) and another piece in my mouth. Blindfolded and gagged. I then felt a sharp object press against my throat. A knife. Curved, meant to kill. The blade carved into my neck but Victor moved it just slightly so it cut my shoulder instead of my neck. I was whimpering initially, but now I was screaming, but all that could be heard was a muffled yell because of the stupid gag. I could feel the hot liquid (my blood) drip down my shoulder/neck and onto my shirt. It made me feel dirty, I shivered and could hear the chains clink together.

What if he does the same thing to me as he did to her?

Then I felt him lick at the wound, soon it stopped bleeding.

“A... +. Yes A+. I do prefer blood type O but you’ll do I suppose.” I struggled against the bonds. “I bet you wonder why I didn’t let you bleed more. I don’t want you to pass out too soon. No, I want you to suffer,” his voice portrayed no emotion.

I went still. That was one of the scariest things, ever. No emotion. I pressed back against the wall as he clicked around looking for something. He seemed to find it as he took off my shoes. He pressed cold metal against my toes.

“You don’t really need these do you?”

He pressed down and, again, I screamed. It made the wound at my shoulder/neck throb. I heard my toe crack. No, break. I felt as my left pinky toe fell off and tears streamed down my face, I closed my eyes. The blood dripped out of my foot. This process was repeated with all my other toes, the pain just getting worse. I was trembling. The gag and blindfold were both wet. The gag pulled mercilessly at my cheeks. Once all my toes were gone and my feet were bathed in blood I felt a whoosh of air.

“Gérald, get the cloth please. I would like to inspect my work.”

Shuffling. Then something soft pressed against my face, drying my tears, well as much as you could since I still had the blindfold on. A useless endeavor since they just kept coming, and coming, and coming.

“Gérald, dry her tears.”

The person holding the cloth to my face changed, it was Gérald now I presume. Another cloth was pressed to my feet, where my toes would be. I hissed and more tears started to spill from my eyes.

“Shhhh. This is only the beginning.”

I sobbed into the gag as the blood was cleaned off of my feet, then cloth pressed to the wounds to stop the bleeding. It stung. A lot. When the cloth was finally pulled away I slumped forward, pulling on my shoulders painfully. The person pressing the cloth to my face was changed again.

“Thank you Gérald, good job.”

The cloth that dried my tears was pulled away and there was more clinking. I didn’t think I could cry anymore. My body was sore, my head hurt, and this was ‘only the beginning.’ I leaned back against the wall again so as to put the strain off my shoulders. My weight was now on my heels and back. More cold metal. This time pressing into my calf. I couldn’t tell what it was. Then, I knew. A nail. The hammer soon followed and I was, once again, sobbing. How was I still crying? The blood dripped from the wound as I was nailed to the wall, he even managed to nail though one of my bones. Great. He put at least 3 nails in each of my limbs.

“Lets see how much you’ll be moving now.”

He pressed his thumb into my left palm and started tracing the lines there. Then he pressed another nail into my palm. Efficiently nailing my hand to the wall, he didn’t bother to repeat this to my right hand. I was gasping for breath. I wouldn’t survive this. No, I would. Just to be tortured again. It made me laugh. I was out of tears. Victor paused in his rummaging for something next to me.

“Now, why would you be laughing?” he mused as he slowly took my gag out.

“I just realized the absurdity of this situation. Even if I survive it will only be to return here,” my voice was strained, hoarse from all the screaming. This time it was Victor’s turn to laugh. He replaced the gag with a new one.

He was done rummaging through his things a moment later and leaned down to my left calf, or more specifically, the nails. They were throbbing terribly. I don’t know how I was still conscious. He then poured something on the wound and I screamed. The pain was too much. It was alcohol. I gasped for breath as I felt the darkness creep closer. I let it take me.

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When I woke up I was still in the cell, in the exact same position as before. Literally nothing had changed but the absence of a blindfold. I tried to shift my position slightly but it was not to be as the pain shooting through me made me still again. Tears welled up in my eyes and I let them fall. I wouldn’t get out of this. There was no way. I heard footsteps. Great. Victor was probably back.

“Oh, good! You’re awake! I was hoping you’d wake up soon, being passed out for 20 hours made my life so boring.” Gérald followed him in. I could see a freshly healed bite mark on his neck. I took a deep breath and looked Victor in the eyes. He smiled and gestured for Gérald to do something. Gérald disappeared for a few moments and when he returned he had 2 large buckets with him. Victor patted his head absentmindedly and grabbed the buckets. Gérald barley hid his smile at the head pat.

Victor walked over to me and I could see the steam coming from the buckets. I yelled as the water was poured on me, my skin became red, burned. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to grind my teeth in a feeble attempt at holding back the screams. The worst was when the water found a wound. I couldn’t even begin to describe that type of pain. Victor just chuckled at my pained squirming.

Once I had (finally) settled down he took off my gag and I just stared at him with wide eyes. I didn’t even say anything smart like, That’s all you got? My grandma scares me more than you. Honestly a wasted opportunity as I wouldn’t get any more. Ever. He took a knife and cut out my tongue. Slowly, painfully. I tried to bite his hand to no avail. He just said that if I continued to try he would take out my teeth as well. So I settled for just screaming my throat raw.

Once he was done he took a box of something out of his pocket. He opened it. Worms. I blanched. He held my mouth open even though I struggled, tried to beg him but ended up choking on my own blood. I looked at him with pleading eyes as I ripped my skin, from the nails embedded into it or the chains wrapped around me.

None of this meant anything to him. The worms went into my mouth and I choked trying to get them out. Victor sighed and took them out, then slowly fed me the worms one by one. I’m not sure what was worse, all at once or slowly. Once I finished all 35 worms (yes I counted) he pulled away, looking at my slumped, defeated figure.  He held my tongue in his hand, inspecting it. Then he whispered something to Gérald and Gérald left. I pulled out a string from his other pocket. He traced my arms before tying the string so tight on my right wrist that no blood could get to the hand. It started to feel tingly. Then my wrist started to itch. I could feel my hand getting colder. Gérald returned. With a box that was… buzzing?

Victor hummed and took the string off of my wrist and I had to shut my eyes against the tears. Victor gestured to Gérald again (wish I understood what the gesture meant) and left the room. Gérald opened the box and disappeared too. Out of the box came a swarm of VERY angry bees. I endured hours of stings (or at least that's what it felt like) and sobbed, I could properly scream now that the gag was gone and I did. Sadly that made a few bees fly into my mouth and sting me there.

Eventually Victor returned and smoked the room, effectively getting rid of the bees. He had Gérald clean the room up a little as he looked at me, probably, bloody, swollen, broken figure. Had he done this to everyone? Flashed through my mind. He then walked out of the room, only to return with some… spices? Why would he need spices? He smiled as he forced it down my throat. That was when I realized it was a nutmeg. But why nutmeg? Victor left the room.

Once the effects started to take hold I knew why nutmeg. I was sent to a happy rainbow land for 10ish hours. When I looked around my cell I saw only happiness. Sparkles were everywhere and I couldn’t think of one reason why I should hate Victor. My vision was a little warped. Great. When I returned to the ‘real world’ I was giggling and had drooled everywhere. Then the pain hit me full force. The nutmeg had held off the pain but now it was just too much. The pain had me screaming, yelling, groaning. I tried to open my eyes but all I saw was complete and utter darkness. Consciousness evaded me.

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When I awoke (again) I was still chained to the wall and Victor was there. I opened my mouth and realized that my tongue was back in my mouth. I just gaped at him before the pain hit me. Not going to go into how terrible it made me feel but I am going to say it made me bend over which made the pain even worse.

“I think you might be punished enough but I need to check. What do you call me?”

“M-ma-master,” I managed to whisper. That one word broke me more than all the torture but I needed to say it to survive.

“Good, now sleep. I’ll take care of you,” he whispered and kissed my cheek. I did as he asked, not like I would be able to do much else.