52: The half assed truth

×Griffin×

This week only gets worse and worse, but not for me. I actually don't feel anything. I stopped feeling things after the first day. My mother was hung up like an animal. The contents of her stomach were removed. Most of her organs were stored in front of her. I hate alot of things, I really hate alot, but nothing had been able to cut close to seeing my mother that way. Not even my father. And he had hurt me bad. I'm supposed to be this badass who doesn't feel anything but isn't that a lie. I couldn't keep my face straight when I saw my mom in that position. To the best of my knowledge she was buried.

I doubt my father even knows about the horrific way these people have hung her body to a wall.

Right below a shrine. I wonder if they're praying to my dead mother's body, or if she was placed there as a sacrifice to whatever this cult serves.

The door opens again, and I kicked the plate they offered me. I don't need food or water. Dell can keep me alive even after I'm dead. He'