“Why have you returned?” The clamps tighten and bones crack.
The gag stops me from speaking or screaming. I wouldn’t have said anything, anyway.
“You knew what would happen if you returned.” Bone splinters.
I knew, but I had seen what the world offered.
There are no greener pastures. There is only pain and suffering. In every land it festers. In every person’s heart it lives.
“You should not have come back. You’ve only returned to pain and death” Darkness envelopes.
Pain and death awaited my return, but it is a pain I know, it is a death I choose.