[WARNING -- EXPLICIT VIOLENCE]
[WARNING -- EXPLICIT VIOLENCE]
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As he opened his eyes again. Now, it's a dark room. Setting on a chair, unable to move, He couldn't see anything around him. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. It was familiar, this feeling of helplessness. But this time it hurt him.
Two lamps flickered to life. One revealed a black door one the right that blended with the walls. A faint light spelled from the cracks around it.
The other light, revealed his family. They were tied up with ropes of living thorn(had to google it, it's like a plant with spikes). Blindfolded and gagged, the barbs drew blood as they tightened. Kazimir could hear their muted screams. Each cry pierced his heart with agony.(this is old kazimir. he has emotions now.)
He tried to speak. He couldn't. His lips and tongue refused to obey. He tried to move. He couldn't. His body was beyond his control.
A figure stepped into the light. It wore a black suit, shirt, tie, shoes, gloves, and a gray hat, all under a dark grey coat(even the shoes and the hat were under the coat). Its dark skin blurred to his face: similar to a fragment's mask yet it was different, strangely human, with eyes that held white pupils within their depths.
The Figure reached into the coat pocket and pulled out a large knife. Then, he approached Ilona, pulling her towards him. He began to slice her body into pieces with the knife. The knife cut seamlessly into her flesh and bones. With each cut taring through her flesh, her blood-spitting screams grew louder. the screams echoed in Kazimir's mind, it almost shattered his soul. He wanted to close his eyes. He couldn't. He had to watch.(I hate him. Jk)
When the figure finished with Ilona, not a single piece of her was bigger then the knife. He threw the knife in the chopped meat and turned to Berta, the older daughter. He, reached into his pocket and got a smaller knife, then, began slowly skinning her, like unwrapping a gift. Her screams grew loud and ugly. But it didn't last long. she lost her consciousness. That didn't make the figure stop. He continued to peel away her skin. Very slow pace. It wasn't rushing.
Next was Ester, the other daughter. From his pocket, he got a massive flamethrower(it's a pocket dimension at this point.). Flames began eating her. Kazimir watched as his daughter burn. He smelled her burning flesh. Her voice echoed till she could no longer scream. Her vocal cords melted. She kept wiggling on the floor for a few seconds, until finally she became still. Nothing remained but ash and bones.
Now, the grandchildren, he chose the oldest to begin with, Frederic. The figure drew another larger knife from his pocket and plunged it into the boy's chest three times, shattering ribs. Fred's young screams were muted by the rope. It was too thick for the boy's little mouth(i was 17 when i wrote this. I'm not a pedo).Soon, the boy was dead. Broken pieces of his tiny rips came through his open chest.
Now the small twins. They saw mercy. The figure ended their lives comparatively less painful method. He shoved his hands in their chests and pulled their hearts out.
He wrapped the fresh hearts in their mother's skin then tied the package with a flower-like tie from the red cactus rope and torched them.
Kazimir's soul were killed once more. The pain, the screams, all of it hollowed him until nothing remained but a numb shell. He shut his eyes once more.