115 Absolute Insanity POV (2/2)
”Oh. Oh. Oh!”
The old man grunts and jerks his hips. His arms and legs quickly lose their strength, dropping me onto the grated steel floor. My face lands on its side, spilling my saliva mixed with the yellowish liquids out of the corner of my mouth.
Another person as old as the first crawls on top of me and position himself between my legs. He then tries to push what remains of his manhood inside my body.
He fails several times, but eventually get it done, very dryly.
Pathetic! How pathetic!?
I just stare into the darkness beyond the steel bars as he gets himself off with my body.
A hand forces my head to turn to the side so my mouth could be used. The owner of that hand rewards me with what little he has in him. These are my usual visitors now.
The younger men and teenagers have come to my place less and less until none at all. They are either dead or dying somewhere.
Perhaps it is because my appearance no longer entices them like before.
I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.
Nothing. Hehehehehe. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Each of the men takes turn with my body. Once they are done, they help each other to try and saw off one of my limbs. It takes them an awful long time to do so.
So pathetic. I can do it faster than them. A lot faster!
Blood erupts as the skin is tore apart by the rusty steel teeth of the saw. Bones eventually grind against the steel while I remain expressionless and unblinking.
I can only sate their hunger for a moment. It can never refill their body and grant them strength. They know this after the first few days. Even so, it is still better than nothing.
Better than nothing. The saw stops as the man takes a breath. Pathetic! Pathetic. They should all die. All of them.
All of them!
Ahahahahhaha!
All of them! Yes, all of them. All of them.
Hehehehehehe! Ahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha!
I laugh. I laugh and laugh. Laugh until my hands becomes bloody. Laugh until my body coats in blood. Smile until the jailcell is nowhere to be found.
I stare at nothing, staring at absolutely nothing.
Where am I? Where am I?
Why are my hands bloody?
Oh God! Oh God! Why are there so many corpses here!?
Why? Why!?
The bloody axe crashes against the metal floor. The clanging sounds echoed the dreadful hallway. It is filled with severed body parts. Ah there he is. There he is. He has aged so terribly.
So very, very terribly!
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What happened? What happen to you? Weren't you in love with me? With me? You have stopped visiting me. Why? Why? Is it because I am not mother? Not mother!?
Why am I kissing a severed head? Oh my God! It's that man. The leader. The one who has brought me here, dragging me through the hallway with countless of jailcells adorned on each side. Those jailcells are emptied now. The occupants are all dead, withering away in the years that passed.
They are all dead
They are all dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!
Ahahahahahaha!
Dead! Dead! Dead!
Everyone is. Everyone is. Only me. Only me remains.
Only me remains. Why? Why!? Why!!?
Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.
A dry moan escapes my throat. I am thirsty. I am so thirsty. I am hungry. I am starving. Where are the men. Where are they? Aren't they going to come and feed me with their bodily fluid? Young or Old. It does not matter. Does not matter! Does not matter anymore!
But they are not coming.
They have stopped coming. All of them. All of them. The young men at first. Then the old men. All of them have stopped coming. They are dead. They are all dead.
Heheheheheheh. All dead. All gone.
Only me remains. Only me remains. Forever young. Forever beautiful.
I am hungry, so, so very hungry.
Ah. My fingers taste good. Let me have a bite. Just a bite. Just a small bite. Just a very small bite.
Oh. Oh! Tastes so good. It quenches my thirst too. Quenches my thirst. Let me take another bite. Just another bite. Just a small tiny bite.
But my hunger did not go away. It never did. Not like when I suck out their fluids. Their fluids. Where can I find their fluids? Where? No one is left. No one is left.
I killed them all. No. She has killed them all. She has killed them all!
Ahahahahahahah!
She still laughing. Laughing in the back of my mind. Laughing manically!
My stomach continues to growl as I wander the darkness. Tunnels after tunnels, unendingly. They are leading to nowhere. To nowhere at all. To absolutely nowhere.
Where am I. Where am I?
I am hungry. I am hungry. So hungry. So very hungry.
Hungry! Huh!?
Someone is here. Someone is here. He smells nice. Smell very, very nice. Smell delicious. Delicious!
Meat! Meat! Meat! Meat!
I charge and tackle him. He didn't go down. He didn't go down at all.
Why won't he go down. Down! Down! And let me have a bite. Let me have just a bite. Just a bite. Just a bite to sate my stomach! To quench my hunger! My hunger!
I am so hungry! So hungry!
My teeth clamp down upon his arms, biting into his flesh.
It didn't break!? No blood. No meat! No. Nothing. Nothing. An illusion? An illusion? No, not an illusion. He is not an illusion. Not a man. No, never a man. He is here. He is here!
”Mr. Maxwell.”
The only words I have spoken in centuries. In centuries! I have lived for centuries! It feels so long. So very, very long. Oh God! Is this what immortality feels like!? To be forever young. Forever young and beautiful!?
It is torture! Torture! Absolute torture!
Tears finally found themselves in my eyes as I collapse onto floor, submissively.
My spirit is completely broken. And my sanity only returns for this moment. My overwhelming hungers also subsided before him.
”Please forgive me. Please forgive me.”
I plead. Pleading remorsefully, so remorsefully. It is the genuine truth. The sincere truth.
It is the only thing that have any real meaning in this dead and desolated world. No wealth. No power. No prestige. No one. Nothing but the desire to be forgiven.
And he smiles. He smiles! Not a devilish smile. A warm and gentle smile!
Not a devil. Not a devil anymore. Never a devil.
”I forgive you, Miss Oxford.”