Who knows how long it's been. I feel a piece of cloth on my face. I open my eyes. And I cannot see.
"So.. I've been taken. That explains it."
Someone senses my wake and the cloth is removed. All I see in front of me is my reflection. A human blocks my view.
My hearing has been impaired. He mouths words I don't understand.
He lifts his hand, reaches for my left eye and digs his disgusting fingers into my socket. I feel myself scream in pain. Only I don't hear it.
I scream until my throat hurts and my chest falls within. Everything goes back to black.
However long it's been.. I don't' know.
A stabbing pain, a dragging pain. I'm awaken by my own screams. And I open the only eye I have to see a knife being sliced slowly down my thighs.
I see men laughing. Disgusting.
They face me towards the mirror once more, and no surprise, they took out my left eye. How revolting. No eyeball in my socket. Just dried blood around it and my insides being shows to the world.
I'm laid out like a piece of meat.
So much pain.
So much blood.
Just so much.
I'm tired of screaming. How long has it been? Hours, minutes, days, months, years?
I feel something moving, but I can't pinpoint where. How do I not know what's moving in my own body? I wake, if you can even call it waking. The mirror is still placed in front of me.
I see myself. And once more, I scream. If feels like that's just my life. Screaming. Blacking. Feeling. Not feeling.
But in this instance, I feel horrifying. My left eye is no longer an eye. It's empty. With pearly white fangs. And a tongue. A sharp one. Moving all on its own. How terrifying.
No longer am I human. No longer can anyone call me so.
I have a monster on my face.
A monster that is hungry.
I feel a sensation in my temptations.