I can’t feel my arms

I can’t feel my arms.

No, really, I can’t. I know they’re there, but I just can’t feel them! I can’t see either, I don’t know why. That doesn’t really bother me that much. I’ve been without sight for as long as I can remember…if there’s a world out there, then I’m missing out. I’m probably missing out on much more with my lack of arms. Oh well, I’ll just deal with this situation as it arises.

Hello…what’s this? I’m being lifted up by someone or something. Is this sensation even real? Or am I dreaming this all up? I don’t know…I feel all floppy for some reason. Like paper or a wet fish – but I wouldn’t know what either of those things look like. Whoa! Turned 180 and I’m on my side! Strange torture…I guess. I think it’s torture anyway – who would deprive someone of using their arms? Come to think of it…nah, that can’t be right. I’ve always had arms – that I know for a fact. Hmm…nothing seems to be happening now, just on my side. It’s actually quite soothing and comfortable…

What the Hell? Hey – that…no wait, something is bending my knee in the opposite direction. Gah! Damn, like a nerve shredding pain and oh Christ! I think I heard something creak and snap. Can’t…ugh…god, that hurts like Hell. Something’s re-bending the break – bending and re-bending…like he’s proud of his work or he’s making sure it looks right. Who would do that though? You’d need to be some sort of sick and twisted individual for…ugh…yup, I heard a snap there again. It’s over now. My captor seems to be turning me around – I still wish I could see who was attacking me. OK, the pain’s starting to ebb away now. I know my leg is pointing at an unnatural angle – but then again, I can’t see it for myself so I’m not worried.

What? Oh Hell, no. On my other leg…happening again. Brace myself for the pain…ok, I’m 100 certain something’s hanging off. Like my leg is all bloody and hanging off my body by a thread or something. OK, that creeped me out – but I got my mind off the – worse pain. STOP IT! No, please, I’m begging – stop this…oh god, I can’t describe it. How can one describe this…stopping? Yeah, its stopped. Great…so if I’m freed from this place, I have both legs horribly broken and mangled. Ah, life. Oh well…hmm, I seem to be saying that a lot lately. Pain’s lessened to a dull ache…like a toothache or something. I can feel something poking up out of me…bone shards or something? Could be I guess. Without any way of seeing, I can’t be sure – and I can’t feel it anyway. Though feeling bone poking through my skin weirds me out.

Being lifted up now – but I have nothing else to break or to be tortured over. Wait…I’m…no, hold on. My…no…my back? Why is my back being bent? Oh well, it’s bending the correct way anyway…no…wait. It’s my back…it can’t bend any more. FUCK ME!! My back! I…I can’t feel it anymore! My legs, I can’t feel the pain there! My spine snapped! I heard it! You sick, twisted asshole! Stop this! I need medical help! My fucking SPINE is poking through my skin! I can’t feel my legs, but I know they’re there. Pain…so much pain – nerves are destroyed, my bones are…oh, my poor bones. Splintered to the far reaches of my body…it can’t be long now until the end. I feel like I’m bleeding out. It’s getting darker, man, I’m glad I have no sight.

I’m being lifted up again. What more can be done to me? Something with my legs…what? Something – wait…OK, I had a brief flare of pain there – my foot is being pushed through something. A hole in my leg? When did that get there? Oh well. Something is being pushed into me – it’s thick and coarse and wooden. It’s cutting off my air…can’t breathe…can’t…pain flaring up again. I’m…I’m being lifted again – can’t breathe. Where am I going? What’s happening?

Is this the end?

He looked at his handiwork and smiled. He set it down on the table and reached for another cardboard folder.