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The origin of the last one standing (a vile horror story)



She asked questions
she already knew the answers to
white knuckle hoping
and silently begging
for specific
and certain replies

Being able to
predict every
possible scenario
and to adjust herself
accordingly—
is paramount
lucky, in laser instinct
At least fate afforded her
that small kindness


She sings songs
of muted harmony and peace
figuring that
light soothing

was where the engine
of mild safe complacency, fed

She dressed accordingly
and pleased them,
those that pulled strings
of survival
from a cold
and wholly owned
wretched existence

She kept her eyes
only on
that
which was straight ahead
unending obedience
never wavering
A "Yes Sir" or "Ma'am"
at every turn

She played the part
her self developed role
within
this game
one, where one day
she terrifyingly awoke,
to find herself in

A place, lessons of
pure horror were taught
minute by minute
teaching the 'inferior'
making her
understand
pitting her
against a 'superior'
became fast in the revelation
of the entire motive
behind this nightmare,
the live playing out
via
every brutalized
breath
especially
wreaked of agony

To avoid, at all cost
any hint at misbehavior
when perceived 'consequences'
for negative actions
are a maniac's den
of conceived torture
eg:
amputations
disfigurement
forced female castration
acid scarification
(to name only a few)
unimaginable and unfathomable
reinforced though
and widely utilized,
judging
by the abject ghastly,
howling screams
coming from
numerous nondescript
and as of yet,
unidentified
nightly locations

Her body
on precarious edge
rigid
in constant shock
and cold,
controlled breathing
from second
to petrified
to second

One thought
penetrated


survive
survive
survive


(her willed mantra, repeats and repeats)


To Survive
is
to play the game

and
To play the game
means
only one thing


anything and everything





GOES.


Author's Note
Waking up in an unrecognizable place with rules that require strict adherence to avoid severe 'punishment.' Finding the will and drive to survive at any cost, to be the last one standing....

Terrible musings of a potential horrorscape.... I think I might be watching too many horror movies!! (if there is such a thing!)
Happy Halloween! 🩸🪓🗡️🔨🩸
pic: found template on Pinterest that I edited into my faux movie poster... lol

*Loosely inspired by the "I Spit On Your Grave" torture horror collection.

For HadesRising's ALL HALLOWS EVE IN HORRORWOOD comp
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/12055/
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