Torture Begets Solitude

>>The world is ending Aiden. That’s just the plain fucking truth and you know it. The social fabrics have come undone. There is no morality left in this world..<<

"Wake up...Aa..idennnn.....WAKE UP!! I’m not quite done w..ith... youuuu.."

>>No my brother it is you who is wrong. There will always be good in this world. Things will never be as bad as you say they are....<<

"Fuck it!! Tie him up and throw him in with the other one. This is going nowhere and I have other shit on my mind today. Too much to enjoy this. AGGHHHHHH!!"

A lone table crashes against the wall. His mind is wrapped up in the complexities of his newfound life. Anger builds up inside him. Threatens to overwhelm him. He knows if he was to stay he would only end Aidens torment well before he had thoroughly enjoyed it. He chooses to leave but hesitantly.

"Boy I tell you this one is lucky today."

"Fuck man I know what you mean. I hope this guy is at least having a good dream cause its the last good thing he's likely to see. Once Harlin really starts then we'll see some blood."

"No shit man he's barely even bleeding. Not like the other poor fucker. Man Harlin laid into him good the other day. You should see that poor bastard. Whatever though ...it’s all the same. Whether you're bleeding today or bloodied tomorrow, the end game is always the same. I always end up on a date with a corpse."

In fact Aidens dreams were little more then flashing images. Memories of his brother... memories of his family and friends and all the others he knew before the world had gone to shit. Memories of all the people he had lost. They were not pleasant. They were just another form of torture that his soul would have to endure.