• Flame licks at your back, your skin melting off your soon to be rotting bones, you can smell the pungent scent of death--and it's your own stench. A shallow grave it is in which you die, there in the water, though you would correct us, if you were still alive, it's not water it's fire, how could you miss that?! Well, to everyone not dying, going to hell to be more specific, sees you drowning in an acid filled bathtub, shoved in by a spiteful stranger, hair straightener in your own hand... a pity really, you weren't more than half done! Your death is blamed on yourself, an unpredicted suicide they say, but it's what you deserve. You're a back stabbing b***h who chose rapists all by herself, you picked them out of a crowd, let them take you to their home, just itching for that feeling again, too bad this time you picked the wrong kind of rapist. He raped you, sure, but you didn't know that he was the kind of rapist who had a vengeful blood lust, didn't know he'd give you a bleach bath before dressing you up in a fancy hospital gown, only to be torn open later by a machete stabbed through your still beating heart... You did deserve the punishment he gave you, he'd been watching, knew you'd follow him willingly if you dropped the right hints, knew you wouldn't play stupid when he got started, pining you to the ground, c**k whipped out, it was quick and dirty, just how you like it... later you were suspended to the wall, bound by thick, rough rope, ball gag shoved in your mouth, whipped around more than you'd like. Protesting gets you nowhere, struggle only excites your captor more, it brings a delighted little grin to his face, disgusting in it's malice, but beautiful in it's hygiene.The tears rolling down your face weren't enough to stop him, why didn't you realize it when you caught a glimpse of that locked room? If you were intelligent you would have been more observant, took note to things odd and out of place, after all, you'd done this at least 20 times before! But no, you let him keep going, thinking it was nothing, everyone had locked rooms in their homes... right? WRONG, you were wrong, a fatal mistake you've made now, he's got you bound to his table, you struggle and he laughs, not maniacally as you'd have expected, no, it's the giggle of a child, the source a childish joke, nothing serious at all. Your hair is now white, but he fixes that, now a deep, rich red, unlike your black hair to start. Instantly you recognize him, he's the man behind all that homicide on the news, a thing for red heads, all of his victims ending with red hair... there was no talk of all this though, the bleach, the vigorously continuation of the rape, he's walking around naked and has removed the table from beneath you, now you're suspended only by those ropes that were attached to the rafters the whole time... too bad you didn't question this room of torture at all, didn't even know he had a basement... well you do now, you're in it, surrounded by countless bodies of dead rodents and other odd creatures. He keeps taking bites of different ones, first a hairy possum, perhaps a week or two old, then shoving a whole lab mouse in his mouth, strangely it's still alive, you hear it squeal with confusion and then terror as his stomach acid starts on it, burning through him just like the fires from hell will burn through you...