Unit-1
John sat in complete darkness, his mind racing. Why am I here? I've done nothing wrong.. he thought. He tried to move, but the sound of rattling metal echoed in the room-his arms and legs were bound
tightly in heavy chains.
Suddenly, a blinding light snapped on cutting through the darkness. John squinted and saw a figure standing before him-an old man. His appearance was unsettling: one of his eyes was covered and his messy hair stuck out in odd directions, making him look almost inhuman.
The old man stepped closer. His voice was low and unnervingly calm as he said, "Hey, kid... I think your name is John.
John swallowed hard and managed to whisper, "Yes."
The old man grinned, revealing crooked teeth. "My name is George... but you can call me "Torture".
He threw back his head and laughed-loud, twisted, and uncontrollable. The sound bounced off the walls until it seemed the whole village could hear his madness.
Then George leaned in close, his one visible eye burning with a strange hunger."You know something, John? I love blood so much."
And once again, his maniacal laughter filled the night, shaking John to his very core.
Unit: 2 - The First Day
Phase-1
John was starving. He hadn't eaten for two days. Then George entered the room,carrying a set of tools. He sat down on the chair, looked at John's hands, and gave a creepy smile.
George stepped closer to John's face and said, "Now you will feel pain... pain. pain... and more pain. You will remember it for your whole life-if you are still alive when my game is over."
George laughed loudly, then suddenly stopped. He looked at John's hands grabbed them tightly, and began pulling out every single nail.
After George pulled out all the nails from John's fingers, John screamed so badly.Then George came closer to his hand and licked his nail pits with his tongue. Blood was flowing heavily, and John was suffering so much pain. John could only do one thing-just screaming and screaming. George did the same thing to John's other hand.
Then George injected an injection into John because John couldn't lose consciousness-he had to feel all the pain. Then George said, "Stage 2 starts now."
George boiled water in a bowl. When the water was ready, he dipped John's hand into the boiling water. John screamed while George laughed so hard again. Then George said, "Stage 3 starts now."
Suddenly, one villager came into the room and said, "Stop that thing now! That freak kid's screams disturb me, and I can't sleep.
George replied, "Okay, my friend." Then George turned to John and said, "We will play tomorrow."
George gave John another injection so he couldn't sleep all night and had to suffer all the pain. After that, George left the room.
John was hanging on the cold metal chains, his hands badly injured. He was hanging like a dead body.
Phase-2
Second day
On the second day, John was exhausted and hopeless. "I want to die, " he thought unable to endure the pain any longer.
A dark figure stepped into the room. John recognized him instantly-it was George, his worst nightmare. George carried a chair, electric rods, a power supply, and a control panel. With a cruel grin, he said, "John, let's begin stage three."
His laughter shattered the silence. From his pocket, George revealed a set of sharp needles. He examined John's battered hands, then without hesitation, drove the needles deep beneath his fingernails.
John's screams echoed through the chamber, louder than ever, while George laughed at his suffering.
Soon, George forced John into a heavy
chair, chaining him tightly with searing-hot metal links. He connected the electrical rods, gave John a chilling smile, and yanked down the lever.
The shock ripped through John's body. His muscles tore violently, and the stench of burning flesh filled the air. George laughed again, louder, more manic. "Look at yourself, boy. The second service is about to begin."
He pulled the lever once more. John convulsed helplessly, as though his very soul was struggling to escape.
At last, George released him, unchaining John's broken body and plunging it into ice-cold water. John gasped in shock, his heart racing uncontrollably from the
sudden chill.
Taking a long breath, George whispered
with satisfaction, "Today's game is finished. Rest now-we'll play again tomorrow."
He chained John's limp body back to the wall and walked out, leaving the room in heavy silence.
Phase 3: The Third Day
John woke to the sound of George's whistling. This time, George was already waiting in the room, standing beside a strange setup.
"You can't survive without eating," George said, his voice sharp and mocking. "And if you don't survive, how can I play my game with you?" He broke into a horrifying laugh that echoed through the cold room.
George leaned closer, smiling. "Your muscles are torn. You can't eat. So I prepared something for you. See this syringe? It will go into your neck, down your food pipe, and push liquid food inside you. But no anesthesia-no relief. You'll feel everything.
John's eyes widened, but his body was weak. He wanted to die, to escape.
George moved quickly, his grin inhuman.Without hesitation, he drove the syringe into John's neck. John couldn't scream-George had already injected him with something that paralyzed his body. John lay still, unable to move, but the pain tore through him like fire. When the process ended, feeling returned, and with it came unbearable agony.
George clapped his hands. "Now the game begins.
John's skin crawled with dread as George pulled out a long metal rod and held it over the flames until it glowed red. Wearing thick gloves, George lifted the rod and pressed it against John's flesh. The sizzling sound filled the room as John's skin burned. He tried to scream, but his voice broke into a hoarse, helpless cry.
"Service number two, " George whispered, grinning wider. He grabbed a cutter and peeled away the burned skin from John's body. John's screams grew louder, sharper, echoing against the walls. George only laughed, enjoying every second.
Finally, George tossed wooden logs over John's feet and lit them. Flames crawled across his soles as John thrashed in agony. After two long minutes, George doused the fire and leaned close.
"Tomorrow," George whispered, almost
gently, " have a gift for you."
Then he walked out, leaving John broken, burned, and trembling in the dark.
Phase 4:Fourth Day
On the fourth day, John heard faint voices, but his mind could not focus through the unforgettable pain consuming his body.Suddenly, someone forced his eyes open, it was George.
All John could see was George's twisted smile, the blood dripping across the floor, and the splatters staining the walls.
His eyes grew heavy again, but the sharp sound of clinking needles brought him back. John glanced up and saw George holding a handful of enormous syringes.
"I think you need a little energy dose," George sneered.
Without hesitation, George drove the
needles deep into John's torn flesh. The agony was beyond words—John's screams filled the room, more horrible, more desperate, and more hopeless than ever before. This pain was unlike anything he had ever felt, an agony branded into his memory. George only laughed, his cruel laughter echoing in John's soul-a sound John knew he would never forget.
Then George picked up a massive hammer. He drew a deep breath and
swung hard against John's rib cage. A sickening crack echoed through the room.Even George smirked at the sound. "I wish we could play longer," George whispered coldly, "but tomorrow will be your last day with me.
Though his words carried sorrow, a sudden smile returned to George's face.He then pulled out a sharp cutter. The sight alone sent John spiraling into flashes of past torments, and he broke
down crying. George leaned close, glaring with a death stare.
"I haven't even started yet. Why are you
crying?" he growled.
George's eyes then dropped to John's burned, ruined feet. With a sick grin, he peeled the skin from John's sole and
licked the blood, laughing like a madman.
The horror became too much. John's vision faded—he blacked out. For a moment, George thought he was dead. He shook him, checked his body, and confirmed he was only unconscious. Rage filled George, and he began kicking John's limp body repeatedly. Finally, he stormed out, leaving the room swallowed by silence and darkness.
Phase 5 - The Fifth Day
"Red blood like red roses
Brains like noodles, and my show is over.How's my poem, John? Do you like it?"George smirked. "Remember yesterday, I said I had a gift for you? I planned to give it tomorrow, but yo... you little brat, fainted right in the middle of my game! I give my best in this game, but you-you don't even try. You're such an effortless player! Ugh...
forget it. See your gift now."
George dragged in a box that smelled rotten.He opened it slowly. Inside lay the severed head of a dog—John's dog. The one he used to feed every day before all this torture began.
"How's my gift?" George asked mockingly.For the first time, John's eyes burned with the desire to kill him.
George grinned wider. "I have another surprise. Remember that day I fed you with a syringe?
Guess what the meat was?
Hehehe..it was your dog. I think you liked it."
John's stomach twisted-he vomited
instantly.
"You litle brat!" George shouted, then called for the family's cleaner to come.
When the cleaner entered, he froze. The entire room was soaked in blood. Chains clinked, and in the corner hung a half-dead boy. The cleaner trembled, realizing—this is the same boy the village decided to torture. George snapped, "Clean the vomit. Only the vomit. Then leave."
The cleaner hesitated. "Do you really not
want me to clean the blood?"
"NO!" George yelled. "Your work is done.
Now LEAVE, you bastard!"
As the cleaner hurried out, George turned to John again.
"Now let's begin the game... wait, no. First, you need to learn never to fall asleep during my game".
He grabbed John and hung him upside down.
At first, blood rushed to John's head. After thirty minutes, his breathing became strained, his vision blurred. After an hour, blood trickled from his mouth and nose. George saw that if he continued, John might die, so he finally released him.
"Now you've learned your lesson, " George said coldly."Don't ever repeat it."
Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside the door.
It burst open.
A deep voice thundered
"GEORGE WILLSON!"
George turned. "Yes? How can I help you?And why are you so mad at me. Mr. Jord Wings?"
Jord Wings-the head of the family-glared at him.
"Why am I mad?" Jord growled. "You know why! Tomorrow is John's execution, and yet you're trying to kill him before that!"
George laughed confidently. "Mr. Wings, calm down. I promise, tomorrow he'll be executed before the villagers. But who told you he's dying?"
"I don't believe people like you, " Jord said."The cleaner told me everything about John's condition. From now on, the torture ends. Your work here is done. Leave my village and never come back."
George smiled faintly. "That's a big insult, Mr. Wings.I don't forget insults.. and I never forgive them."
Jord stammered, "0-okay.. I don't care about you."
George leaned closer. "How about a walk?Just you and me."
"Hm." Jord hesitated, then nodded.
Before leaving, Jord glanced at John's
broken body. He barely recognized the boy.George shut the door behind them."Come on," he said. "Let's walk."
As they walked through the silent fields,
George spoke softly.
"Jord, John is special. He's not like others."
Stop!" Jord shouted. "That little brat tried to rape my daughter-and you're calling him special?"
Your daughter is lying," George said firmly."I saw John's eyes. He doesn't have that kind of evil in him. You treat him like a slave. He only knows how to say yes or no. You really think he could do something like that?"
"Then why would my daughter lie?" Jord demanded.
"I don't know," George replied. "But I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want to ruin your respect in the village."
Jord sighed."Fine.Take your $1200."
George smirked. "Pleasure doing business.See you soon."
Jord went home. George disappeared into the night—out of the village. Inside the dark room, John hung lifelessly, barely breathing. He knew that tomorrow... would be the day he dies.