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Felipe was his male name. Or something.
>This literary work contains violence, torture, gore, and subject matter which may be unsuitable to some audiences
>Reader Discretion is Strongly Advised when reading this depraved work of Horror Literature.
Felipe woke up to find himself in the depths of a dark, cold, and damp prison cell. He found himself shackled by his wrists and ankles to a wall, and uncertain where He was...he looked around to find his body clothed in prison stripes and his body was streaked with violent blacks, yellows, and purples. It had became apparent to him that He had been kidnapped and tortured against his will.
Then Felipe heard footsteps approaching to the cell door, then heard keys jangling to unlock the door; The heavy door opened up, a tall female emerging from the doorway was a tall female; slightly taller but more thinner than himself. She was dressed in a olive green Soviet-era military uniform. Everything about this woman was intimidating, from the ushanka she wore on her head to the leather knee-high combat boots on her feet. Yet this woman looked a bit like him, from the eyebrows to her cheeks, it was almost as if Felipe was looking at a mirror image of himself, only female.
Felipe was a gay male himself, He usually was not attracted to women, but He could not take his eyes off of his captor, as She was too beautiful to deny a glimpse.
She walked closer to Felipe, taking a riffle that was slung over her shoulder. It was a Kalashnikov AK-47 with a 10 inch bayonet attatched to the barrel.
"Where is my boyfriend?" Felipe demanded an answer from the Female, His emotions are racing but the only thing he can first think about was His boyfriend.
"Why am I here!?" he implored furiously to the female, " Where am I !? " Felipe started screaming and struggling to flail with his shackled arms.
The woman gave a cold emotionless stare to her prisoner as she detached the bayonet from Her AK-47, she also took off her black leather gloves from her hands, she then walked up to Felipe brandishing her bayonet. Her blank, stone-cold stare persisted as she walked to her prisoner, ripping off his prison uniform top and dropped it on the floor at his feet.
"Why are you doing this to me!?" Felipe screamed at the top his lungs demanding an answer to his jailer, now gasping in terror.
The soldier then paused and looked at Felipe with a chilling stare. Her bayonet that was inches away, Felipe would soon get his answer.
She began stabbing into his chest, making half-inch deep incisions into his chest -- this lasted a good two minutes as Felipe starting screaming and wailing for the female soldier to stop hurting him.
After that, she stepped away to admire her work: A sickle carved into Felipe's left pectoral. She then took her blood covered fingers caressed Felipe's face with eerie comfort, her touch gliding down his face, neck and back to his wound, leaving a blood trail that ended at the freshly-cut wound, where she begun to make her next carve into Felipe's chest.
As she began to carve into Felipe again she hummed a lullaby that would have echoed hauntingly had it not been drowned out by Felipe's screams. She continued to chisel for another three minutes, revealing her second part of her jigsaw carving to be a hammer in addition to the sickle she did earlier. She started to smirk as she was admiring her work.
Continuing Felipe's suffering the woman took her fingers and dug into the hammer-and-sickle wound, causing more blood to gush fourth by wiggling and twisting her finger in the cuts she had made going deeper into his flesh.
Within a good five minutes, Felipe's screams and cries began to become more pathetic. He started to choke and sputter, literally drowning himself in his own blood. Within moments he turned pale from the massive loss of blood, then the soldier takes her other blood stained hand to wipe away the tears, as if to comfort him while she is killing him slowly.
The female then glanced one last time with her cold eyes, no longer humming that creepy lullaby anymore but now silently mouthing the song as she jabbed her fingers into Felipe's hammer-and-sickle wound, piercing the heart of the dying gay boy, watching him closely as his eyes grew dead. The woman then ripped her fingers out from his wound and licked the blood from her fingers with a sly, sickening smile. This is the last image of the woman Felipe will live to see.
Some moments later, Felipe was dead. The female soldier then reattached the bloody bayonet back to AK-47 rifle, then gave one last look to her now dead prisoner.
"I can now be a woman with you now gone" the woman finally broke her silence with her heavy Russian accent.
As she walked away and out of the cell, two other guards scrambled into the cell carrying a pine coffin, they then went over to unshackle the dead body of the boy from the wall, placing him in a pine box prepared for her victim.
The female soldier then later returned with a changed uniform and a permanent marker in her hand. As the other guards were nailing Felipe's coffin shut, the woman then wrote something in Russian on the coffin door:
"Axy??? Xape?
12.8.1985 ??? - 2.9.2010 ???"
"Ahuviya Harel
12.8.1985 - 2.9.2010"
Then she drew the male symbol, the circle with the arrow under Her victims name; she then ordered the guards the following:
"Bury It in the mass grave with the others" she commanded. Then under her breath, smile spread from ear to ear "You are no more".
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