Warning: Description of Torture
Don't read if this bothers you

Ugh' I groaned sitting up. Once I sat up I knew I wasn't at my house. I looked around and realized that I was in a small concrete room that had only a tv in it. No doors, no windows. Only a tv and a small light. "The hell?" I thought. I stood up and then a voice comes from behind me. The tv now was on. "Welcome back Mr. Reynolds." Said the voice. "Who the hell are you and where the fuck am I?!" I screamed. I was beginning to become very uncomfortable. "The answers to both of your questions are none of your concern. An image then appeared on the screen. His face went pale. It was a picture of him strapped down on a board with a gaping whole in near his kidney. He stood there in shock for a moment, then thousands of thoughts went through his head. 'This is gotta be fake, I would remember something like that... right?' I thought. "You're not going to trick me with that shit." I said to the man hoping he would come forward saying it was fake. "It's not fake Mr. Reynolds, lift up your shirt. You will see the stitches right where the wound in the picture is. I slowly lifted up my shirt praying to god that it was fake. That this was some sort of fucked up dream or prank. Once I lifted my shirt I saw it. The long red, stitched up wound. It looked fresh. My eyes widened as a sudden pain pulsed through my body. I collapsed to the ground gripping my side tightly. I looked up and then yelled "When the Hell did this happen?!" I screamed at the person talking to me. "That came from yesterday." Replied the man. "W-what?" I said quietly. "This one was from the day before. Another image appeared, he was tied to a chair, his toenails were being pulled out. I gagged then felt sick. I vomited in the corner of my small room. I wiped my mouth but then I looked at my toes. They were wrapped in bandages. I sat back and started to unwrap one of my toes. As soon as I touched it pain shot through my foot. "Fuck!" I screamed. "How do I not remember this, why the fuck can I not remember being tortured!?" I screamed hurting my side in the process. "Because Mr. Reynolds, you have brain damage that causes you to forget everything after a day." "Huh? The hell are you... spouting off, I don't have brain damage because if I did I would fucking know it!!" No, no you would not Mr. Reynolds, you would forget. Just like how we bring you into this room everyday, show you pictures from a few or one day before of you being tortured . We have this almost exact same conversation. Then you become quite distraught or very angry, we take you back to the room and torture you. Then we put you to sleep and you wake up the next morning with no memory of the past. And then we just repeat. I collapsed to the floor tears of pain and shock falling to the floor. Then I was knocked out for what I can only assume to be more torture. But to my surprise, I woke up in a bed, a bright white light shining in my face and the sound of machines. My eyes finally opened after adjusting to the light. I saw a tan painted room with a window and a wood door. I looked down and saw my scarred body. "Good Morning Mr. Reynolds." said a nurse sweetly. "uh, um good morning?" I replied with a raspy voice. "Uh, miss is this... real?" I asked hoping that she would say I was actually in a hospital. "Yes Mr. Reynolds, this is real." A smile formed on my face as tears of joy fell down my face. Then he remembered what the guy said 'you have brain damage and forget everything you did that day.' Miss, uh if you don't mind how long have I been heere?" I asked. "Oh you have been here for 3 days. If you are worried about forgetting the day you don't have to worry. The people who had you injected with a drug that would make you forget the day." I just stared at her. "I'm truly sorry Mr. Reynolds but I need to check on my other patients. I just nodded, and she walked out. I layed back down, and I thought to myself. About all that happened the guy, the torture, how long was I there, what did I miss, how did I get here. But my most important thought was how happy and lucky I was to be alive

This one had a happier ending than the last one but still was pretty dark. Sry I just Love writing stuff like this. Also I want to apologize to anyone who was disturbed while reading this. Plz comment on wat u guys think I should improve on!

-Ash