Nightmares.

“What’s happening? Where are we, Daddy?” a young boy whimpered.
“Let him go, Bruce! He’s just a boy..” The man yelled at his captor.
“Daddy?” the boy repeated, “I’m scared.”
Laughter echoed throughout the room as Bruce walked towards the boy
“but this, dear george.. this is so much more effective, don’t you think?” Bruce smirked at George as he grabbed his only son.

“No, p-please.. spare him! spare him! please!” the man screamed, desperately clawing at the chains keeping him from his son

A screeching, cruel laughter was heard over the screaming of both father and son as Bruce shoved his thumbs into the boys eyes.
“Stop..Daddy!!”
“Scream for daddy, Nicky, scream!” Bruce laughed as he applied pressure into Nick’s eye sockets.

George cryed as he reefed at the chains, burrying his nails into the walls in an attempt to dislodge the chains, but only managing to rip off his nails.
An inhuman scream roared through the room as Bruce penetrated Nicks eyes.
George collapsed against the wall as his vision was filled with his sons bloody face.
“Nick..” He whispered, distraught.

Bruce released him and watched as he slumped to the floor.
“Daddy..” Nick raised his head, bloody, broken eyes trying to survey the room.
“Daddy, where are you? please, help me.. Daddy?” he whispered brokenly.

“Where’s my money, George?” Bruce asked, moving coser to Nick.
“I.. I haven’t got it yet. I need time!” George cryed, once again yanking at the chains.
“Very well..” Bruce grabbed Nicks arm and dragged him over to a machine just out of Georges reach.
“Are you still sure?” he asked almost teasingly, strapping Nick in.
George hysterically pulled and scratched at his chains, sobbing as his nails and fingers were shredded almost to the bone.

“No, no, no no!” George roared, as Bruce finished assembling the machine.
“Yes, yes, yes…” Smirked their captor, pulling a lever.
George feverishly yanked at his chains, growing desperate, George screamed as he punched the wall, breaking his hand. Screaming in pain, George broke his hand again and again, until he could pull it through his chain shackles.
He sobbed quietly, he was stuck,
There was no key, his hand was irrepairably broken.
George was left watching his son get slowly pulled apart by their sadistic, greedy captor.

He’d never forget this.
_____________________

ahmph!, Alicia gasped as she woke up. I hate nightmares..
Still shaking from her vivid dream, Alicia stood up and switched her light on.

She heard screaming.

Eyes still adjusting to the new light, she blinked a few times.

“help us..”
Alicia saw a shadow, a man.
A man with broken hands and chains around his ankles.
She was screaming.

Nightmares.

Gem Eve

Brisbane, Australia

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Late nights and disturbing dreams.

keep the lights on.

Love ’em

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