She never knew it was possible to feel so weak, to feel so empty
within. Yet, despite that very emptiness, every hour of every day was suffered
in unfathomable pain. Even now, after months of enduring, the pain never
stopped. Not the physical nor mental abuse invited upon her sickly pale flesh;
cut into through wires of tin which held her in the air, suspended like some
trophy.
A prize for her tormentor, a towering human who could only
be described as some hellish devil, as what sort of creature of man would be capable
of such evil? Through blue eyes that shined down even in the light of day, she
could see the sadistic grin upon her captor.
It was incredible her vision worked at all; a former blessing
now seen as a nightmare. So many things…there were so many lives lost that she
now wished to forget. Once more, she struggled to break free of the metal binds
that held her tight, uncaring of how badly they dug into her skin.
“My my my, look at you. Seven months later and
still you’re struggling. Credit is where credit is due I suppose, you’ve lasted
a lot longer than most~”
The smile upon her tormentor stretched to almost
supernatural lengths. She was enjoying the torment she’d invited upon this little
speck. For the better part of a year, she’d been a great source of
entertainment. Always latching onto the faintest form of hope, even if it was
ultimately in vain.
“Then again, you had good reason to last so long. After all
I put you through you’d at least want SOME semblance of revenge, right?”
The struggles ceased when exhaustion finally settled in. Though
the raging inferno that had kept them alive for so long had been reduced to
nothing more than a pitiable ember, there was still some amusement the
tormentor could edge out here.
She watched in sick fascination as blood began to pool below
the victim, each droplet of essential fluid yet another sign of just how hard
their victim would fight for their life. They hated her more than any one human
should and for good reason. They ruined her life, for little more than the most
minor of spites.
This little speck, this little Beta, spoke poorly of the
tormentor’s beloveds. A simple spite that, to those who were subject of the insult,
was hardly worth acknowledging. But for the unfortunate soul who knew not how
to hold her tongue, it was a death sentence that up until now had been extended
for far too long. Kindness in the eyes of her tormentor.
A living hell for the victim herself.
More blood fell, now in lesser quantities than before. They
were running dry once more and now it wouldn’t be long before they ran empty
again. The tormentor had measures to ensure they survived even should they
bleed themselves dry, but now the excitement of keeping them around had run
thin.
Whether their victim knew it or not, this was their last day
on earth.
The struggles continued for almost an hour before finally
slowing down. It could hardly be compared to the energy they displayed in their
early days of being shrunk to little more than an inch in height. Despite their
insectine height, they displayed the same ferocity as any who had too much spirit
when normal-sized. Even after all the time that passed, their spirit remained
unbroken.
There was something commendable in that, though whatever
meaning there was to be found in such hearty resistance it was lost upon the devil
of a woman.
“You finally done?”
No response came. There were only the whimpers of a poor defenseless
pest. They needed only to take a single look into their captor’s blue eyes to
know that she would not live to see another day. Deep down, maybe this was what
they wanted. And end to the pain, the torment. Perhaps…perhaps in the next life,
she’d learn to keep her mouth shut.
The poor victim resigned herself to her fate, and the devil
woman laughed in the face of such acceptance. It was contained, at first,
before erupting into a maddening cackle.
“Oh, now isn’t that brave? We’ll see how long you stay that
way though.”
With ease befitting of one so massive, the devilish woman
tore their victim free of their bindings. For seven whole months, they had their
flesh bound in steel. Now that they were free they could only grimace as just
the sensation of air upon their open wounds brought about searing, blinding
pain.
In their other hand, the woman held pink tablets, all about
as large as the victim. Just a glance towards them was all she needed to be forced
into a frenzy. Panic flooded her body as fear forced repressed memories back
onto the surface. Forget bravery, a death other than this would have been
desired.
Let her be crushed, ripped apart, and even burned alive. Anything
but this.
But this fear-fueled writhing was what the tormentor wanted
now more than anything. From one who would dare insult those she loved, those she
killed for, there was nothing better than to see them squirm.
She tossed the pill into her mouth, a sigh of pure ecstasy
following shortly after as, already, the sensation of the tablet dissolving
could be felt. Fast acting and effective, just as she was promised. It wasn’t
until it was entirely gone did the demonic tormentor toss their victim into
their mouth without so much as a single care.
Immediately, new
pain shot through the minuscule woman’s body. A horrible affliction that
humbled all she had felt in the months prior. As she kicked maddeningly against
the pink leviathan that was her devil’s tongue she could feel herself coming
undone.
She struggled to prop herself up, only managing to do so
for all of five seconds before their arm gave out and fell from her body, the
limb now nothing more than a dissolving mass of still-shaped muscle and bone. Soon though, it would be nothing more than a
pile of mangled flesh, perfect for ease of swallowing.
Her legs soon followed after, before little more than
unrecognizable masses of what once allowed the woman to walk atop the world,
free of the hell she was forced to endure. All that remained was her chest and
head, and even that would soon fall like the rest.
She prayed, silently, to any god or demon that would hear
her. She begged and pleaded for reprieve for her torment. Were she even able to
cry anymore she’d have done just that. Soon she was left to darkness as her
eyes fell victim to the concoction around her. She could still feel the burning
spittle that clung to her pale body, whatever cruel god watching over her
allowing her a few minutes more of life.
A chuckle shook the flesh cavern before the pink leviathan
beneath the woman began to rise, slowly guiding her towards the back of the
throat. The true gate towards hell.
As some form of coincidental mercy, the woman’s brain
turned off her pain receptors. An act on unconscious kindness that in the end
did nothing to change her fate.
With a single, barely audible…
GLUCK!
It was as though they never existed at all.