I gasp awake, in a pool of my own sweat, it felt as if I was burning.
My breathing uncontrolled in a panic as I awake to sounds of anguish
“Hello” I scream but my response is only met with the scream of others
I begin to awaken more and I realize it’s dark. Not like a normal darkness but like darkness that has no end as if light has never hit this place.
I try to sit up too fast and I crack open my skull on the concrete wall only inches above my head. The blood runs straight down from my forehead, down the middle on my nose and finally into my mouth.
I have tasted my blood many times before in my line of work but my blood tasted different this time, it tasted more salty, with more disgust. When I usually taste my blood it drives me to put my fist into the skull of the damn person who made me bleed but this time it was me that caused my own bleeding.
I began to try to feel around with my arms and legs I raised my fist to see how high the wall above me was, I guess about 5 inches just enough room for me to fit under but not to move around, It reminded me of a crawlspace under a house.
If I only had a couple more inches upward I thought I could move because all on my sides was nothing but open space yet beyond the open space was the sound of screams.
And with each passing second the screams became louder as if they were getting closer to me so i could here there suffering.
I had to get out of here I thought as I tried to scoot backwards but as I soon as moved my leg I felt a tug, like something was attached to my ankle.
I had to know what it was I thought, this is going to be painful
I slowly scrunched myself forward stretching out my arms and feeling what was on my ankle.
It was a rope, a simple rope was holding on my ankle.
I have never been bound by a simple rope in my life, I thought as I again made a lunge back against the rope.
Yet the rope was unmoved.
It began to tear into my ankle the more I moved back with my hands keeping my body level to try to break it to no avail. Not enough room.
I began to feel a pool of something right at the rope; I could not tell at this point whether it was blood or sweat.
It didn’t matter, I had to keep trying to move even if I lose my leg, I have to get out of here I thought as I struggled more.
The screams, I could hear them more clearly the more I struggled, they were actually saying words,
“Why am I here?!”
“What did I do to deserve this?!”
I tried to block it out and focus on just trying to move even an inch I just wanted to make some progress, yet no matter how i struggled the rope still bound me to the same spot.
I was sure now that the rope dug at least into my muscle, I could feel its lethal grip upon ankle.
The screams again were becoming louder and louder except now I made out more phrases
“I deserve this I admit my sin.”
“I have done horrible things, please end this”
They were becoming more and more morbid but the phrase that stuck out the most
“Confess before the man returns or you’ll all be sorry. ”
It had a more mono tone compared to the other screams and it made me shiver. Yet my ankle was numb now and I could feel the rope as it if it was getting tighter with each passing second as if the rope was alive and wanted to bind me even more.
I begin to think about the screams I continued to hear.
I did not deserve this, I may have done things, things that I only know and that if other people knew about, they would consider me a monster, probably say I deserve something worse than whatever this is. What I have done is on the victims’ soul though I just performed what was required.
Karma is a bitch and I am her executioner.
Any punishment I deserve should be done by the victims’ families; I want to see the horror in their eyes when they finally get their hands on me and I confess all the things their little precious angels have done, which is always worse than what I ended up doing them.
Yes I killed, but those victims got off easy compared to my other victims.
I have tortured people, I have erased some people existence from this world, I even made one of my victims become a victim of his own sick twisted sexual game he was playing with other people.
All the people I have punished deserved what i have done to them. I hated them all with a passion and I was not alone.
I made the world a better place.
I work for Karma and Karma is a bitch and I am the executioner, the one that brings judgement down for her.
“I should not be here” I screamed I sounded just like all the other people screaming in this place. It was pointless I’m probably just going to go mad by the screaming before I finally die by lack of food or water.
The screams all of a sudden began to die down then I heard 3 very clear screams and then silence
The 1st Scream: “We all deserve this no mercy shall be bestowed upon us unless you confess” it was the sound of a woman, her voice sounded like as if she has given up, on everything. I wasn’t going to that, never i am a man that will never surrender.
The 2nd Scream: “Confess your sins, you will have a quick death, a death less brutal than what he has in store for you, confess quickly for he comes!” This one had a deep mono voice, the same as the one that said confess in the first place. He sounded as one of those madmen prophets that always say the end is nigh to everyone in San Fran.
The 3rd Scream, disturbed me all the way down to my soul: Clear your soul of burdens, He is here, don’t resist the pull of the rope, embrace it, your flesh will feed them and make them stronger.” It was simple voice of a child, so pure and innocent but with such a dire tone
What was she talking about I wondered and then I felt a little nudge on my ankle.
All of a sudden everyone around me erupted in screams.
“I will not feed those monster”
“You will not take me!”
I heard so many phrases like that as I felt the rope tighten and began to slowly drag me.
I tried to dig my fingers into the ground but it was concrete.
I tried to twist my body and break my ankle off from this room.
The pain was unbearable as I broke and cracked my ankle
I screamed in anguish and tried to twist more to escape the tug of the rope.
But all I did was cause myself more suffering, as the rope never lost its grip and dragged me at a faster pace in the darkness.
All the screams intensified more and more
I did not scream anymore though
I will face whatever is dragging me
I will let the rope decide the fate
Of the executioner of Karma.