• As they walked down the long gray corridor to the only cell on the basement floor, the officers pulled a prisoner along with a bag over his head. The prisoner tried to break free and run to save himself but they had his arms tied together with chains that slammed against each other as they walked. The officers made jokes as they pulled him along. They reached the cell and flung the door open. They unlocked the cuffs and threw him in. As they walked away, they laughed with these devilish laughs as the prisoner removed the cover over his head. The first thing to hits his senses was the small. It smelled of all and rotten meat. The next was the sight. The cell walls were covered in red dried liquid as he spun around. He then fell from the spinning motions. The last was the touch he felt as he fell. His fingers slid over what he felt to be a bump but when he lifted it to his eyes, it was femur to a man. The prisoner threw it away from him and began to slide back. Fingers running over all the other body parts that filled the floor of the cell. The prisoner moved to the far back corner and curled up scared to death. As the person sat there shaking, three more prisoners were brought in. One was chained to the wall, while another was tied to a rope, which hung from the ceiling. The last was standing in front of the cage with his hands handcuffed to the bars. The three new cages mates were pleading for their lives while the other sat in the corner confused. Then a man with a mask appeared in the front of the cage with an axe flung over his shoulder.
    He looked at the one in front of him. He smiled devilishly as he swung the axe. It cut off the prisoner’s right arm and blood began to cover the floor and walls and the one in the corner. The corner prisoner eyes widened as he clutched onto his body in the form of a tight hug. The man swung the blood-covered blade again, this time slicing at the prisoners left thigh and right foot. Both the body parts feel clear off as the man the finished the prisoner off by clear-cutting his head off. The blood splattered over everyone and covered the dry blood with fresh blood.
    He looked to the one in the ropes. He slipped into the cage and began to slice small cuts into the prisoner’s body. When the prisoner’s body was covered in small cuts and blood slowly began to rush out. The man then left and pulled in several small buckets filled with something. Once they were all in, he threw whatever was in the bucket at the prisoner. The prisoner began to scream like a banshee as the liquid hit his cuts. The liquid splatter all over the back wall, pulling the fresh blood down to the floor and the blood began to run off his body. The prisoner begs for his life between the liquid toss and his screams. When all the buckets were empty and the skin was red and cuts were puffy, the man pulled out a small knife and skit his throat. He licked at the rushing blood at seeped down the red chest and onto the floor.
    He looked at the one chained to the cold, wet and slimy wall. He pulled out of the corner a sledgehammer. He smiled this evil smile that you would never forget and would haunt you everywhere you go. He lightly put one head of the hammer against the prisoner’s leg. He then swung back and hit it directly. The cracking and shattering of the bones could be heard and rang throughout the corridor. The prisoner in the corner covered his ears as the one screamed in tremendous pain. The sounds would never be forgotten no matter how hard you tried. The leg hung lightly as if nothing was there and it was like jell-o. He swung again, but this time on the other leg shattering that to pieces. He moved to both arms and destroyed the bones that held him together. The prisoner was crying as the feeling was fading and screaming came to a low panting. For a final strike, he shattered the ribs and smashed the heart. Blood came oozing from his mouth. To make sure the prisoner was really gone, he whacked the sides of his head, smashing the skull with the hammer and wall. The blood splatter on to the last remaining prisoner as the sight horrified him.
    The man looked at him with his devil smile and gaze. He walked towards the corner. The prisoner tried to move back further but just hit the corner as he screamed and swung his arms around to keep himself alive. The man looked down and grabbed on of the hands. He slid something into it and walked to the door. He slammed it shut and walked away from the bloody cell. The prisoner pulled his hand close to him and looked down. The prisoner smiled, closing their eyes and relaxed in the corner of the blood- covered cell.