>>327810585
i go over to the lockers, slowly. so you can hear my every step and let terror spread through your heart. you sob and hold one of your hands over your mouth so you dont make any noise while trying to look through a crack in the locker. i kick the lockers over. the first one spilled out its contents onto the floor already, so kicking it over was easy. you prepare to jump out and run for the stairs as soon as you hear the second locker topple over. i step to the locker your hiding in and kick it instead of going in the order you went in. you fall down onto the floor and scream as you do so. you are dazed but quickly try to crawl out, but i tase you. you convulse on the floor while i hold the taser on the back of your neck. after a sufficient shocking, i climb onto your back deliver one punch at your head meant to disorient you. you are too fucked up to resist at this point. i drag you onto the bed and strap you in. your legs are spread. i go to the gore piles in the corner and rummage through it to get a stepladder (im not that short the tools are just high up okay). you slowly come to your senses as i grab the first torture tool: a nasty looking hedge shear with several layers of dried blood caked on it! every time they open and close metal screeches. i go back to the table and as you ask me while sobbing why im doing this i cut your clothes open. i do this because i fucking hate you. i despise you. i want you to suffer in the most horrible way possible. youre naked now and i taunt you by opening and closing the shears multiple times infront of your face. your face is so ugly, why not take a shot at remodelling it? i take the shears to your nose and with a quick snip, the tip is gone and lands next to you on the floor. a yelp of agony is heard from you and you try get out of the restraints, but its no use. you realize you are going to die here and just cease communicating, instead screaming and sobbing.