Distorting Skeletal Mutation - Psychosurgical Intervention

Woke up on the floor

Lost my memory

Locked up in small room

Who did this to me?

Walls of frozen glass

Puncture marks on skin

Struggling to get up

Hard to move my limbs

Hearing someone’s bloodcurdling groans

As I see few silhouettes

They hit their heads against the wall

Twitching in convulsions

Luminous point of a camera

Flashes in the corner

Someone observes the chamber

From the other side of the wire

A sudden spasm paralyzes me

It feels like thousand needles pierce my body from within

Hideous pain

In every cell

I can see how each of my bones grow cutting through the meat

Then through the fat

Tear my skin

Horns distorted the skull

Teeth disfigured the jaw

Spikes grown from my spine

Twisted the skeleton

The glass wall moves aside

The bright light fills the room

Figures come inside

They prepared to shoot