Chapter 4: Chapter 4
The man came into my cell and closed the door behind him before he started walking toward me. My head was facing down, with my hair covering my face, but my eyes were focusing on him.
He slowly walked toward me, his footsteps echoing through the room. He stopped in front of me and looked down at me.
"I don't know why they let this sycophant live. He should be executed. He killed many people and ate them raw and when he is caught by the leader of the bat family, batman, he is sent to the crazy hospital? What a load of bullshit." The man said, dropping the bowl of white substance on the floor before grabbing my hair and yanking up my head. "Look at his blood-red eyes. The devil."
He forced my mouth open with his left hand the held it open before picking up the bowl and was about to pour it down my throat but I bit down at his fingers that were holding my mouth open, causing him to scream in pain as he dropped the bowl, pouring it all over my white straitjacket.
"Let go you monster." The man shouted, punching my face. "LET GO!!!"
I looked him dead in the eyes before biting down harder. He screamed in pain and started punching me harder. The more he punched the harder I bit before I got bored and bit as hard as I can, successful biting off his four fingers, no thumb.
The man stopped screaming and brought his hand and saw that finger stopped at the second joint and the rest was missing. Tears rolled down his eyes as he started shouting and crying while holding his right hand.
I instinctively swallowed the four fingers and felt disgusted but my body felt pleasure and I was able to feel some of my body. And surprisingly, the blood twisted sweet and the flesh tasted like cooked chicken. And wait, how was I able to swallow them whole? I have no gag reflex whatsoever. What has he been doing?.. Deepthroating? No, that is so wrong on so many levels.
I looked down at the crying man and felt my body crave for more blood and human meat but I couldn't do anything as I am strapped to a chair hammered to the floor.
After many minutes of crying, the man stood up and looked at me in rage. "How dare you. HOW DARE YOU!!!"
He brought out his baton and hit me hard on the right side of my face, causing me to taste blood. He then hit me on my left side, causing blood to spew out my mouth and onto the floor.
He continued beating me on my left and right cheeks one after the other while screaming how dare you. He kept hitting me for many minutes, sending 5 of my tooth out on my mouth before getting tired and stopping.
My face was now swollen with two black eyes. Damn, that was painful. The man looked at me and shouted.
"Why won't you cry!!!" He shouted in rage, blaming the baton on my knee.
'I have died and came back. Pain is just a gift to me. Reminding me I am still alive. So hit me as much as you want.' I thought, looking at him.
"Hehehe. Do you want this?" He said, bringing out the kee from the pocket and swinging a single key with a rope around my face. "Hahaha. Look at you..."
I stretched my head bit the key off his hand and pretended to swallow it but hid it under my tongue. The man looked at me in shock before he started laughing.
"You think I care? Swallow it. I don't care!!!" He shouted before hitting me ten more times with the baton.
After he was done, he stood up, took the bowl, and left while cursing at me. I stared at the door for some time before my plan for escaping became clear.
Use the key to tear the canvas fabric the straitjacket is made of before escaping. Easy.
I open my mouth and controlled the key to be at my lips. I was trying to make it fall through the collar of my straitjacket and control it to go through my hand arm part, be it left or right, and when it gets to my palm, I use it to tear through the fabric. Ok, I only have one try and once I mess up, it is over, so let's do this.
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