The Bleeding Room

Before the words even came out of his mouth, a great pain came over his entire body. The muscles in his arms felt like they were tearing apart. As he looked down, he realized he was right. His arms were slowly being torn from him. Screaming in agony, he attempted to free himself from his bonds, but it was futile. The chains were stronger than anything he had ever felt before. A few seconds later, his left arm muscle finally ripped, and his arm came off. He was dangling by his crippled right arm, the horrid pain shocking through his body. A few minutes later, his arm couldn't hold his dying body, and he fell to the ground, moaning in pain. Black dots appeared before his eyes. Letting out a final scream for help, he let the darkness overtake him, allowing him passage to the other side.