Evil Incarnate

Eyes are the windows to the soul, some say. But others speak of sight as being the curse of humans – who must see with human eyes, that which can only be seen with full understanding once death comes.

Your eyes were now black, as coal might be, and this was yet another sign that devils were about.

Could you hear these devils speak?

After your eyes had been removed by brute force, it took some time for you to recover your talent for communication. Now a subtle sound was all-important. It was a sign that your torturers were about.

You taught these men to pay attention to their own language with the element of surprise, by being ready when they showed themselves as they truly were, evil consumed with its own development.

You stood in the face of that which could only be imagined, for sight was turned inward. Imagination is a gift, but it was also the only way to conceive of the hands upon your body, as they tore at your flesh, or disposed of the entrails of the dead in your cage.

All the better if you are hungry enough to think these are food.

You heard the screaming last night. You knew a death was turned into a victory. You engaged your senses, and turned the stench to a blessing, made to help the departed on their way.

Given to separating yourself from the torturers’ emotions of exhilaration and sexual stimulation, you experienced your final loss.

In the moment of penetration into every orifice you had owned, and the introduction of new bright red openings to be used, your thoughts were engaged, through using your imagination, to try and conceive of what was happening to your body.

This brutal penetration went on and on, far too long for a child of small stature to keep her flesh together as a whole body. And so you pieced together distinct parts that would remain alive, and others that would die in memory.

The remainder of your days were thoughts of being in the arms of someone you hardly knew, but loved the same as you had once loved someone here on earth.

Who, you could not quite recall. But it was good to be there again.