Muttering

The internal mutterings of a madman

His screams filled the air, getting louder and louder.

I turned the lever, higher, and higher.

He wouldn’t speak.

Why won’t he speak?

I’ve tried everything.

His nails have been pulled out,

His fingers and toes, broken.

His body is bruised, bleeding and gashed,

But his eyes, they’re still alive, they’re still fighting.

That’s it! I need to take away the eyes!
I looked around, what should I use?
I looked in my drink, there! A spoon!
I walked over, his face was pale, his eyes;

His eyes filled with hate.
Not for much longer.

I stuck the spoon in, his pain,

His pain was exhilarating, he screeched.
Speak! Why won’t he speak?

“Speak!” I demanded

He didn’t answer.

I don’t like it when people ignore me.

No body ever ignores me.

“SPEAK!” my voice cracked from lack of use.

“Never” he croaked.

Why couldn’t I just kill him?

Master said I must not. We need the information.

Why can’t I kill him like the rest?
Master said no, but what does Master know?

No! I cannot think like that, he can hear me,

I know he can, my mind, he knows what I think.

He always knows.

My eyes left the pitiful sight in front of me to admire my handiwork.

All around me were bodies, why couldn’t I kill him like I did them?
They were tied up, their corpses anyway,

Different parts of the body held them up.

Most of them were held up by the neck,

But that’s boring, I wanted to experiment.

Some, were held up by their thumbs,

Some by their ankles,

But my favourite was by her tongue.

I walked over to her body

I stroked her face.

So pretty.

I turned back, what torture to use now?
“I don’t care.” The prisoner said.

What?!
How did he know those were my thoughts?
How? HOW?!

“You’re f*cking talking out loud” he said.

No, that’s not true.

He’s lying.

I don’t like liars.

So I don’t like him.

And horrible things happen to people I don’t like.

 

 

Author's Note

I don't know if it's set out correctly, comment on what you think (: