• The breeze breathed across my skin causing it bubble goosebumps up. I gazed up to the hollow silver moon in all its glory as it lit my surroundings. Not a single sound was heard apart from the whining wind and my delicate breath.
    All of a sudden my breath sped up matching my heart rate. The blood ran inside my veins as if pushing my heart through my chest. The detaching crack of my spine broke the silence was followed by silence scream from quickly fading sanity I had. I could feel every single thread of every tissue layer of my blood rip and tear then quickly building itself bigger. My limbs were the next to go. The muscle’s of my thighs tore making me fall forward onto my face shaking as every other muscle followed suit. Each bone broke causing a jolt of even more intense hurt. Just when I think it cannot become worse the next phase starts. The last bit of this torture. My hear shred. For a split second my heart is non-existent. It hastily builds itself back together. But the curse will not surrender any pain. Because for millisecond of torment you are there. If you’re not screaming in it’s excruciating pain it’s because your vocal cordes are torn and you physically cannot release a single trace of the pain your body is submerged in. in a way it’s perfect. Perfect torture and pain. And it never let’s go until you become something else. Something that should never have existed. A creature unkown even to you.