The Torturer

​Whatever happens to him is irrelevant because he is so clever. His inactivity is because he is chained to the wall and everytime he tries to tip toe across the room he is yanked back by the chains and falls on his face. He is a mental lackey, and a total imposter of a man. His mystical movement through life was all to liquidate his affairs by killing the people who tortured him. 

​He walks alone as he has done his whole life. The rain has beaten down the dust and the mud sticks to his shoes. When he sleeps he curiously hangs from a tree like a bat. He had no idea why hanging upside  down from a tree felt so natural to him. He wondered if in his past lives he had existed as a giant human sized bat. 

He tried to recollect the past, but the power of its darkness smothered it. In days of yesteryear he used to burn dead bodies for fun imagining that they were his torturers. Someday, in another dimension he hoped to do hack work in a graveyard burying these same evil people. And when deceased he wanted to be buried with a mask because he believed all other bodies were contaminated with sin. 

He was whipped, dragged in chains, and had head plunged under water as a child. This war in his head was fixed in his memory. He had been belittled to a mind of a moron. For certain, he had inexhaustible vengeance for those who compressed his throat with strangulation and for those still existing who had heaped the quantity of torture upon him. They will pay when he finds them and stands at the end of their bed with a machete in hand. 

In that house of torture they had put him into a tub and heaped fifty pound ice blocks on him. The house still stands by the road but don't open the door or the horrors will come out and may drag you inside. He wondered if his torturers thought of him and their transgressions and where they were now. 

He had shook out his nerves for years but they were still overwrought with twitches of tension. He wanted death on his hands for those who had done him so wrong.

One night he saw a silhouette in front of a full moon one and plunged into nervous insanity. For years he had wanted to set the axe to himself as these random attacks of flashback illness plagued him. But now with his torturer under the light of the moon, it was now his chance for evil retribution and the acceptation that they would both go to hell. That man under the moonlight, didn't treat him like a human but like a subhuman organism. This man had beaten him hollow, gnawed at his body and stood overtop of him like he was mourning a living corpse. 

His torturer moved out of the moonlight and into the darkness. The torturer slowly slipped into the woods sensing he was being followed. The torturer turned around and was hit with a hatchet right between the eyes and then hacked ten more times into smithereens. The boy lay dying on the ground laughing, knowing that torturer was himself and only existed inside his own head..