Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
It trickled down his face, from his forehead, across his cheek, and to his arm. Eyes closed, his consciousness crept in, and he heard it. The steady plop splashing on the ground. Pain from his temple, from his scalp. From the back of his head.
“You’re one of them,” a voice said. “I know what you are. I know what’s behind your face.”
The man forced his eyes open. The lashes fought and tore in resistance. The sticky red glue conceded, and the dim light found its way in, flooding his blurry vision. Incoherent shapes, mounds surrounding him, piles of shapeless mass on the floor, motionless. Who spoke? Where was the voice.
“I know what you are!” it called from the distance. A woman?
“Where am I?”
He tried to shout, but the strain in his throat was sharp like needles stabbing into his neck from the inside. It felt like gouging cuts ripping apart, wounds reopening, deep and painful.
“Where am I?” He forced past the hurting, almost screeching from the torment.
He blinked. His eyes stuck for a second. The fuzzy images sharpened. The mounds lay around him, pools of red beneath them. Bodies. He stared harder. Red circles on the faces. No… no faces. Muscle and blood. Faces gone. Cut off. Torn off. Ripped away.
“What the fuck?”
She marched towards him, brandishing a scalpal.
“Oh, shit. What the fuck?”
“I know what you are. Hiding behind that face. Pretending to be human.”
“They were human.”
“Trial and error. Its you, though. I know its you.”
“You crazy bitch.”
“That’s what they said.” She gestured with her head to the bodies encircling them. “But this time, I know I’m right.”
She thrust the blade forward, digging through the skin on his forehead, tracing along the top, then down the side of his face. He shrieked. Red fluid oozed down, drizzling in a torrent. He pulled against the ropes, which held tight and dug into his wrists behind his back.
“I see you behind there.”
“FUCK YOU, PSYCHO BITCH!”
She completed the circle, dug her fingers beneath the skin, and pulled. He screamed, muscle separated from skin. Red strands stretched and tore away.
“You’re a monster in a mask.”
She separated the flap completely, eye holes blankly staring out as the skin hung limply. She looked at the gore beneath, expecting bloody death. A gleaming white smile on a demonic face stared back.
“You found me,” it said. “But what are you going to do about it?”
The monster snapped the ropes away and lunged forward. She screamed, for only a second, then silence.
It trickled down his face, from his forehead, across his cheek, and to his arm. Eyes closed, his consciousness crept in, and he heard it. The steady plop splashing on the ground. Pain from his temple, from his scalp. From the back of his head.
“You’re one of them,” a voice said. “I know what you are. I know what’s behind your face.”
The man forced his eyes open. The lashes fought and tore in resistance. The sticky red glue conceded, and the dim light found its way in, flooding his blurry vision. Incoherent shapes, mounds surrounding him, piles of shapeless mass on the floor, motionless. Who spoke? Where was the voice.
“I know what you are!” it called from the distance. A woman?
“Where am I?”
He tried to shout, but the strain in his throat was sharp like needles stabbing into his neck from the inside. It felt like gouging cuts ripping apart, wounds reopening, deep and painful.
“Where am I?” He forced past the hurting, almost screeching from the torment.
He blinked. His eyes stuck for a second. The fuzzy images sharpened. The mounds lay around him, pools of red beneath them. Bodies. He stared harder. Red circles on the faces. No… no faces. Muscle and blood. Faces gone. Cut off. Torn off. Ripped away.
“What the fuck?”
She marched towards him, brandishing a scalpal.
“Oh, shit. What the fuck?”
“I know what you are. Hiding behind that face. Pretending to be human.”
“They were human.”
“Trial and error. Its you, though. I know its you.”
“You crazy bitch.”
“That’s what they said.” She gestured with her head to the bodies encircling them. “But this time, I know I’m right.”
She thrust the blade forward, digging through the skin on his forehead, tracing along the top, then down the side of his face. He shrieked. Red fluid oozed down, drizzling in a torrent. He pulled against the ropes, which held tight and dug into his wrists behind his back.
“I see you behind there.”
“FUCK YOU, PSYCHO BITCH!”
She completed the circle, dug her fingers beneath the skin, and pulled. He screamed, muscle separated from skin. Red strands stretched and tore away.
“You’re a monster in a mask.”
She separated the flap completely, eye holes blankly staring out as the skin hung limply. She looked at the gore beneath, expecting bloody death. A gleaming white smile on a demonic face stared back.
“You found me,” it said. “But what are you going to do about it?”
The monster snapped the ropes away and lunged forward. She screamed, for only a second, then silence.
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