Unbreakables

Chapter 2

The guards came back the next day and dragged the two prisoners out to a room that smelled like rotting flesh. The room was made with cold stone walls and had two hard metal beds in the center. Ah yes, the torture room. Every day the screams from this room echoed around the halls, the unbrokens became broken, the sane became insane, their flesh splattered around. The torture wasn’t just bad for the tortured, it took its toll on the torturer just as much. Every few weeks, the prisoners would watch as an old torturer is thrown into a cage and a new cocky one wanders into the place. The girl and the boy are strapped to the beds, hope still glimmered in their eyes. Soon after a painfully long wait, a large man walks into the room, his deep laugh booming off of the damp stone walls. “Oh how long I’ve waited for this chance! This little lamb and little man will soon break as soon as you say supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!” His jolly tune made the unbrokens eyes widen, with shock and fear. The man’s laughter boomed once again, a wide smile was plastered on his squared face. A knife appeared in the man’s hand, it seemed as if out of thin air, and he began sharpening. “Oh, sharper and sharper this knife grows, soon to draw blood from deathly foes, one little slice can be so nice, sharper and sharper this knife grows” The man seemed to be making up his songs as he went. The man soon stopped sharpening and he revealed a shining silver knife, sharp, extremely sharp, just like the man said. The man eyed the girl and boy. “Eeny meeny miny mo, Catch a tiger by the toe, If he hollers let him go. Eeny meeny miny mo,” As the last mo was recited, the man’s finger landed on the boy. The laugh echoed again.
He made a small cut on the boy’s cheek, to check and see if his knife was indeed sharpened to his standards. The boy hardly flinched at the knife, obviously used to years of torture. The knife made many more lines of red on his chest, him grimacing at the pain now. The man moved his knife towards the boy’s fingers. He began to slice off the tip of the boys thumb, but he didn’t cut off the tips all the way, he let the bits of flesh hang. Slowly he ripped off the hangs of flesh, causing the boy to scream. The scream echoed through the hollow prison. None of the other prisoners seemed to care, excepting the girl. Her eyes were filled with tears and panic. The man continues with each finger, each receiving another pain filled scream. The man cut off his pinkie finger and then turned around to face the girl.
"Please no, do whatever you want to me, but not to her, please, just, please.” The man whipped back around, this is the most he’d said to anyone but the girl, “You’re afraid of the little dearie gettin’ hurt, are ya boy?” The man’s thick accented voice boomed around the stone room, as the man made a slice on the girl cheek. No response from her. “Please,” The boy begged further. The man turned to the girl, leaving many red marks all over her chest. A large grimace spread onto her face. The man gave her the same punishment, her shrieking screams bouncing off the walls in the large prison. “Please,” the boy begged once more. The large man came over to the boy adding another deep and painful cut in his shoulder.

“I’m done with ‘em, fer now.” The guards then removed the unbrokens from their restraints and threw them back in their cells. Both of them were crying, from their own and each other’s pain.