Tortured - Arc 2

I was excited.

He would then open the basement doors as I smiled happily looking around for my parents, I was excited to see them once again as I was searching for them. 

Getting myself almost killed, and getting my only dog killed, it was sad, but there was nothing I could do, he died, and so I had to accept it, and so I did, but it was hard, but even so I did, since there was nothing I could do, since crying won't do any good, even so I did it, and since I don't really know what to do besides that.

The door opened and I realised that what was there was different from what I had expected, walking forward I could almost see nothing, with them having dim lights, there was almost nothing there I could see.

I was again scared as we continued, I could hear screams and nothing more, other than that there was only laughter, with screams of children and with laughter of men, all I could do was be scared as when we finally got to the room, things got worse, and worse, and worse, and worse.

He opened the final doors as I saw them, not my family, but those children, hanged above the floor, with blood coming out of them, and with chains used on them, they were screaming, and they were crying, still alive, but tortured repeatedly, experimented, dismembered, and everything else you could imagine.

Seeing those children crying, and seeing some of them dead, lying on the floor, not being able to scream, but only murmuring words you couldn't even understand, all I could do was look at him and ask what was going on, but I couldn't, he was smiling, and was so close to laughing, all I could do was stare at them, looking at me, as they slowly told the words "run".

Walking forward, I could see my parents at the other side, but I couldn't run to them, he was holding my hand, but even if he wasn't, he had his gun, and remembering those children behind me, I could only imagine what would happen to me if I made a mistake.

Seeing my family the same as me, with them holding each others hands, scared the same way I was, but they weren't crying, but as they saw me, all they could do was look at me scared, as they were so close to crying with me, even when they're adults, they were as scared as I was, looking at them, I could tell that they were at their worst, and I could tell that there was nothing I could do to change that.