Story 2
Wasp Attack
You close your eyes. But it does not stop them.
You plug your ears. They still flow at you.
You thrash your legs, but the weight just grows stronger.
The buzzing in you ears slows down, as ropes anchor your limp and boiled body down to the ground. Blood drips out of the sting marks, too numerous to count.
After hours of this, the red wasps slowly buzz away, their fat bottoms full of your blood.
Too weak to move, you feel your head being pulled somewhere. The body grudgingly comes along. You are too numb to feel pain. You can't feel the smooth stone your mauled body is slid along..
A hoop is attached to your head, or maybe nails were screwed into you. Your head burns like lava, like it was clamped into something. You feebly struggle, but the band doesn't loosen.
A blunt saw messily cuts into your exposed skull. Screams echo in your mind, but you don't release it. You see the hungry wasps, you try to keep the un-stung flesh healthy, but the pain overwhelms you. A scream echoes throughout the room, but only for a second before your lungs are filled with tickling and dancing little wasps.
The world goes dark and your body uncontrollably spasms, as the party above stabs your already throbbing brain with spoons.
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