User:GodIsSin

                                                              The Burning Plagues of THC



Eyes forced open by medical tools. The bright light of the room burning my eyes as they struggle to adjust, slowly making out the figure standing before me. Clad in a chemical suit and gas mask the man yelled something in a foreign tongue. I struggled to free myself from the ropes that tightly bound me to the chair. I tried screaming through my taped mouth. Both of the attempts were failures only gaining the attention of the man in front of me. He yelled again as another man approached me obviously enthused by whatever the first man said. He looked at me and spoke with a slow almost dragged out tone “В огне завода ты найдешь свободу”. He stepped back to reveal a table of medical instruments which clearly had an evil purpose. He grabbed a hollow needle about the size of a sharpie and approached me. Before I knew what was happening he grabbed the back of my head forcing the needle into my throat. An almost unbearable pain shot through my body as he pierced through my neck creating a make shift Tracheostomy hole. A hose was immediately inserted into the newly formed hole in my throat as blood poured slowly from the wound. The man who had the needle followed the hose in my neck back to a pipe like item with a round base full of water. He lit the stem of the pipe as they shoved cotton up my nostrils forcing me to inhale the hot curling smoke. The smoke burnt and quickly filled my body. My lungs burnt with the fires of hell as I constantly inhaled the thick smog. I quickly lost grip on reality and the world started to blur and twist. Noises could be heard from all directions and the pain faded to a dull throb. The man from before forced my head back as he opened a vile of some blue liquid. He dropped the liquid into my eyes. “LSD” he spoke as it hit my eyes. My hand broke through the rope as I had the realization that I had no limitations, my mind was finally free. I squeezed tightly around the closest guys neck feeling my finger nails puncture his windpipe as blood poured through my figures. I tore what was remaining of his head of as I swallowed the blood pouring from his neck. The blood fueled me as I approached the second man. I could smell his fear behind the gas mask. I grabbed blunt tool from the table smashing it into his head rendering him unconscious. What followed was a two hour process of slowly removing his skin, making sure he felt every second and cooking the skin to an ash. I packed his ash into the pipe and took one last hit before grabbing a gun of the table and spraying my brains over the wall behind me.