The alternate ending

A Story by theforgetten

I wrote an alternate ending to "The Pit and The Pendulum"

Being free at last from the damned, now free from the straps of the pendulum that were binding me to the table. My feet now on the cold stones, barely being able to stand on the ground from my caving knees. Seeing a little more light in the dark dungeon, coming from the small candle near the farthest wall. The light burning my eyes and I feel it in the back of my skull, burning a hole in my mind. More importantly I see more food and a glass of water, unknowing what this could do to me. Poison me,drug me, who knows. It happened the last time I had ate, I could not trust the food or drink from what happened from the last events, which had me tied to a table with a large pendulum swinging down towards my chest. From the hunger and thirst wanting to consume me, I resist as best as I could. Crumpling to the ground, I lie there waiting for the inquisition to be over with and my country to vanquish and free me from this terrible place. Slowly closing my eyes, seeing the world close and my dreams being crushed every second that I am stuck in here. No peace, no peace in the this world.

All of a sudden a loud bang and light floods the room, my eyes failing to adjust to the light leaving me blinded. Footsteps, loud footsteps piercing my ears. Stepping-and more stepping towards me. Large hands grab me as I struggle to keep my balance falling on the floor, fighting to keep myself from them. Suddenly a pinch in my arm and a cold wave flows through my veins, to weak to get out of the grasps of the beings holding me.Struggling as much as I can, I cannot leave there hold. I feel two different holds on each arm, I feel blood vessels break, as i bleed underneath my skin causing me bruise in more than one place. More torturing is ahead, I can feel it. They will not stop until I die. My hopes are gone, no more alive. With the swift breeze running across my body, I am outside, but not at all what I pictured what I wanted it look like. Eyes adjusting to the dimness, seeing the horror from the dead bodies and the blood on the ground. Rats scurrying across the ground and a chair with more straps. The filth- the disgusting filth, piercing my nose. Seeing more men unstrap the chair, this must be where i'm going to die. Trying to run but getting beat if i struggle. Closer- closer to the chair. Worrying- more worrying.

With the struggling, an elbow strikes me to the face, causing me to bleed. My knees give out due to the amount of pain around my body. The hands on my arms grasps me tighter wanting me to stand so they will ease up on their grip. Getting slammed on the chair. Sharp pains are caused from the tarred wood. My head aches where it was bang off the back of the seat as I feel blood trickle down my neck and down my forehead. The straps on the chair, squeezing my wrists and legs my upper bossism and my head. A torturing device is put on my face across my mouth. Not knowing what this was going to do to me. Trying to scream but doing so felt like it was ripping my mouth open. Next I saw the torturers pick up a bucket. What on Earth would they need a bucket for. Thoughts going through my head thinking of what it could be for. I see and hear a squirming mouth squeal. Why- why would they have both a bucket and a rat. Slowly walking towards me the quickly put the rat on my stomach, and slamming the bucket on my chest. The rat started clawing and biting through my skin. Screaming from the agonizing pain my mouth starts to rip more from the device attached to my mouth, ripping my mouth more and the rat tearing away my skin and my ripping mouth. Feeling closer to death I start to scream louder, losing more blood then I had ever. Feeling the last feeling of pain, Slowly closing my eyes as I die in vain. No more agony.