My guilt,

Cos ya know

That’s how I am built,

And it shall glow.

My jealousy,

Cos I know,

I could never see,

It was all a show.

My loyal heart,

Because it is,

The right part,

So you can always be his.

My caring soul,

Why,

Because us was always the goal,

Cry.

…

🖤...

Love - the oldest type of torture.

It started in the Garden of Eden,

It dwelled within our history

feeding on our human nature.

Love - it breaks, it hurts, it smashes

Heart and soul, body and mind

Until you’re nothing but piles

of blood stained wings.

Love - how I survived this torture?

Or am I still alive in spite of all?

I always ask how can it be that people

Don’t sense the rottenness ins...

The rack

No slack

Get back

On track

Torture device

Not nice

Kill mice

Men twice

No confession

Learned lesson

Tell less then

Lies to win them...

He never thought that getting a ring stuck on his finger long ago would suddenly become such lifesaving information, but it had now.

It was by lucky chance that he had managed to get his other hand free, and with it he properly scavenged for somehing to get him out of this mess. A wire eventually wandered into his rug burnt hand, twitching with pain as he eyed the other, the hand still caught in t...

Creak-Creee-Creak

Rusted iron gears grinded roughly against each other, working against the pull of my arm. My weary limbs began to give out as they were stretched to their limit. My eyelids struggled to stay open as it became harder and harder to keep consciousness. When I finally resigned myself to my fate, I heard a light clinking sound coming from where my hands were pinned above me. In a last...

Chrysanthemum, oh lovely Chrysanthemum had been broken down, whittled down to nothing. Streaks of clean skin were only left by tears and she tried once more to wriggle out of the strappado to no avail. The rope was too tight and the dislocation of her now weak arms didn’t help. She gave up and hung her head in defeat and shame. She wasn’t supposed to end up here. Talking back to a husband should n...

He puts a towel over my head. It’s dry and coarse. It smells, but I can’t pinpoint what it smells like…and maybe that’s for the best.

I can’t see him, but Glasses starts screaming at me. I can feel his spittle across my neck. It’s warm in the cold, and in a strange way welcome.

Someone wheels me toward the faucet. My first guess is Glasses, but the arms are wheeling me from the left. Glasses i...

She was running, running away but she know she could never escape she back in trap that she’ll die in. I watch her wake in the trap she cries out because she’s sick of the binding, the others laughing I feel pity on her soul. She’ll never get to live another life, her body trapped, mind free, soul stuck with me. The blood from her former self drips, drips, drips, onto the rusted floor her screams ...

I enter the room.

Involuntarily, of course. I have allowed my captor to snare me once more. You’d think I’d have learned by now, which holes to avoid, yet I still fall into them all the same.

The room is dark. Not the cozy, warm kind of darkness you feel just before succumbing to sleep, but the deadly kind. The kind that snatches you from you bed the moonlight, wiry fingers reaching out as they ...

Fools, thought Piper. He was sure his captors thought this would be the end of him. Perhaps the Duke of this manor thought it funny that Piper would die by rats. And yet, they just strapped the key to his escape to his stomach. They must have that thought with out his flute, Piper would be helpless against the very creatures he controlled. In truth the only discomfort Piper faced were the rat's sh...