Textures(horror story) Part 2

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It was like dangling from the top of a tower. I got up and my back rubbed against the wall. I usually stay away from walls and counters. It jagged unsmooth layers of paint scraped my back. I start panicking now. It was going to happen again. I look at the woman's face as I am scratching my back trying to get the unnatural feel off my back. She is shocked looking. I lunged at her. Three men bust through the door and grasp my body. I could feel the men's hands. So rough, dirty, lined. I puked. I sank to the ground. They all looked at me. They rolled me over and cuffed me. They knew what I had done. I had to forget my fear of feeling. I fought one of the men. I bit into his leg. I tore flesh from his leg. I swallowed it as much as it made me want to chew his flesh back up. I am not a cannibal. I just get a bit hungry. He yelled in pain and I ran out the door. I cowered away as the sun hit my eyes. The two other men tasered me. I convulsed. This was it. They were taking me back. I hate the ground. Brown, never in the same shape, never able to be relied on to feel the same. The woman came out as she looked at me. She grinned and told the men what I had been doing. They cuffed my legs and put me in a van. I stood up not able to handle the cold, bumpy metal floor of the van. We drove up to a building. This was it. The men grabbed me and I held back tears. I hated this place. The woman met a doctor out upfront and got what looked like money from him. The men carried me through a hall. We arrived at a cell down the hall. It was padded. They threw me in. I landed hard, still cuffed. They locked the door behind me. I wonder if the third cop was bleeding to death. It filled me with satisfaction. I regurgitated the bit of flesh I bit from his leg. I guess this is where I am going to stay now. The woman had lied. She had hunted me down. Well, no matter. I will find an escape. The woman stepped into the room. She had a knife behind her back. Was I going to die now? As I was thinking this the woman jumped on me and stabbed me repeatedly. At least I would have to live in this world anymore. Bye life. I slump over and my hair brushes the pile of flesh I puked. It was soft. I then drifted away before I could think of the texture of it...

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