“Kill me.”

“Kill me.”

“Kill me.”

He was muttering nonstop. His body was shaking, at least what was left of it.

“Please kill me.”

“Please, I don't wanna do this anymore.”

He was persistently asking to be killed while looking at a button in the middle of the room.

A room that was supposed to be white but was red because of the blood. Walls, floor, ceiling. Blood was everywhere.

Not just blood, but also some small pieces. When looked closely, you could see that they were leftovers human body parts.

Some were from brain pieces, others were internal organs and limbs.

There were a few bones next to some fingers. The bones had human flesh on them, but only partially. It looked as if some animal had eaten parts of them.

And the smell. That terrible smell. Iron was acceptable to some degree, considering how much blood there was. But why it smelled like shit?

No really. It was mixed with a raw meat smell. I am scared to say this, but from what it seemed, someone’s or something’s stomach was ripped open.

When you looked at the man who was persistently pressing the button, you could guess how much horrific stuff had happened in this room.

Some of his limbs and fingers were missing. He had some holes in his remaining parts.

He was painted red, but his face was not too damaged.

But the same could not be said for his mental state.

He didn't feel human. He didn't look human. But I was sure he was one.

He suddenly looked up. Started to laugh.

“Hey, come here,” he said.

Who was he calling? There was no one in the room except him.

“Come on, come closer,” he continued as he tried to move forward.

His words or actions didn't make sense, but he offered something that could not be turned down.

“D-do you wanna know what happened to me?”

“Yes, you do. Of course you do,” he added while saliva started dripping from the corners of his mouth.

“Let me tell you how everything sss-started.”

“That morning… I wish I didn’t wake up that morning…”