I hear them. Even when they're not there, I still hear their voices taunting me, torturing me. If I sleep I feel the pain, the white-hot blinding pain that burns across me whenever I close my eyes. I don't try to understand anymore, I gave up on that a long time ago. Now my world is pain and anger, nothing more.
How long have I been here, chained up like a monster?
You are a monster
I hear them again, just as voices inside my head. I don't want this. I don't want to spend the rest of my life in this dark, cold cell, chained to the walls while they slowly destroy whatever's left of my soul.
There is no escape
They're always there, in my head. Whenever I try to understand they whisper discouragement, devouring every hope I ever had.
You're dangerous
They're right, I am dangerous
You killed her
Why? Can't they leave me? Rotting away and dying is better than what they do to me.
You deserve it
But they're right. This is my sentence, but it will never be worse than knowing what I did.
They'll come again, trying to break me, but there's nothing left to break. I shattered a long time ago, before this started.
I can hear their footsteps now, outside this cell. I can't bear it in here. I cannot move, heavy chains bind me to the stone walls. This place smells of rotting flesh and blood and the only noise I hear is the tortured cries of the other prisoners.
Monsters, not prisoners
The voice always says that. Maybe it's right, maybe they're right. If you're here, you're different.
Not different, wrong
They've invaded my mind now, I can't ever escape them, I don't want to. I deserve this, I need this. This pain is what I deserve for what I did.
I killed her. The full moon rose, I was so far away I thought I would be safe. But she followed me, I didn't know. If there'd just been more time, I would have heard her, I could have sent her away. Instead, the last thing she saw was me turning, before I killed her in cold blood.
She was your sister, you promised to look after her
How did they know that? Was that really them, or has my mind finally released its grip on sanity and begun torturing me like them?
The door opens, I don't look up. If they're here, I will turn soon. Only one enters this time, but I'm chained up. Even if I was free, I wouldn't try to stop him. Soon, I won't have a choice.
I start to feel it, the prickling on the back of my neck, the lengthening of my nails. Hands turn to paws, hair grows to fur. My nose stretches painfully, forming a long snout. Teeth grow down into fangs as ears extend upwards.
Blood, meat, food
That's me, not them. I struggle to hold onto my thoughts, but they slowly fade
Hunt, kill, eat
It takes over. The chains break, and he whips me. Again and again, the leather hits across my skin as trails of scarlet slide to the floor. It hurts, oh god it hurts, but I won't fall. I stand for this, accepting my punishment. When he leaves, then I will close my eyes as my nightmares come, bearing more pain, but now I must stand.
You are a monster
That's the last thing I think before the beast takes over, and I completely agree with it.s