Screaming. I’m screaming in pain. I have been for… what time is it? What’s happened? How long have I been here? Why am I here?

No. No. I’m not making a sound. I’m muzzled.

The whip strikes me again. The impact made me lose my bladder again. 

“MONSTER!”

Fire wraps and burns me. I choke from the lines of smoke. 

“JUST DIE!”

The ground rises and skewers me through. A wave of nausea takes and wins over me.

“Ground yourself, Crow.”

My head is dunked in a sphere of water. It intrudes my lungs and cuts my breath.

“Perish you beast.”

The air smells horrid. Like terrible pollution. My muscles contract and writhe in the motions.

Silence. They force me up. I stand and persevere.

So they start again.

Stabbed. Burned. Skewered. Buried. Drowned. Raised. Thrown. Cut. And we start again.

Again and again and again.

The pain had subsided after the second round. I cannot feel a thing. But my body drops and drags. I cannot make out what they say as they converse. My vision is clouded and my hearing is muffled. I can feel not a thing.

Dropped and hoisted up. As I began to fall asleep. Shocked with water and a ray of life. I was faced with a mirror. Someone stands behind me. Pink on their head, I know who that is.

“Remember this face as the face of a beast. Remember this face as the face of a being that will perish. The Crow will not harm us. He will not touch us. He will not damn us.”

Covered in bile, urine, faeces and blood. Black, blue and red all over.

My eyelids threaten to close but they do not succeed as pain shoots into me.

My face contorts into a silent scream. I feel as if my jaw unhinged itself as I tore myself apart.

Whipped. Stabbed. Cut and Burned. Drowned. Smashed and we did it again. And again. And again.

They call me names. Clearer than day, with so much conviction that I begin to believe them to be true. 

I bleed. I cry. I pee. I defecate. I puke. I breathe. I don’t. I choke and half die.

I can’t even recognise the face that is staring back at me. Features that cannot be drawn. Covered in disgusting colours.

I tried to get away. Time and time again. But it proved to be futile as the strikes get harder, their curses got louder and cuts went deeper.

Cut. Choked. Struck and Stabbed. We do it again and again. And again.

Please stop. Please just stop.

"You know you're going to hurt someone someday. And you can never be redeemed from it. Because you are a beast. Never once majestic, eternally monstrous. That is what you are and all that you will be."

It hurts too much.