《I had no mouth, but I must scream.》


 Pain.

    A dream¡­ I was in a dream. Over and over again, I saw myself being ripped apart, pieced back together, and recreated as I screamed, yelled, and cried. I¡­ died, but I was alive. The dream was vivid, and I was there. I was alive, and it wouldn''t end.


    I died¡­. over 3 trillion times¡­ but no matter what, I never broke. Over and over again, I would wake up and fix all of the mistakes that led to my death. No matter what, I could not escape the end. I yelled, but no one was there to help me. I was alone, and that scared me.


    It was alive. It saw me, but it did not care. It was not human and thus it didn''t have a heart. It only saw me as something that was to be torn apart, killed, and reassembled into whatever it desired. I cried, but there was no stopping the inevitable.


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    Tearing my limbs apart, it reached into my ruined body, fingers slipping past my shattered bones and torn muscles to wrench free my organs. It held them up, examining them with a detached gaze of curiosity, its many eyes locked onto mine, ensuring I remained conscious and trapped in the horror of my own unmaking. And yet, it never ended. Even when death should have freed me, its will dragged my soul back, forcing me to endure the agony anew.


    I had no mouth, but I must scream.


    I needed to scream.


    To scream.


    Scream.


    Scream, scream, scream, scream, scream, scream, scream.


    AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!