the house that society built

Date: 12/4/2017

it was like a bendy aesthetic. sepia in color. the first room wasn't bad. There was worms and bugs. the second room was a fight club. two of friends didn't make it out of the third. it was sex trafficking. the fourth really got me. it was a butcher. not just a meat butcher. a plastic surgeon. I got dragged in as I was running out. I was foreign. So the butcher only understood some English. he grabbed me. out me in his chair. he didn't numb me or put me under anything. he began to work on my cheeks as I began to figure him out. when he was done with my cheeks he began cutting my butt cheeks off and the skin was hanging down to my ankles. then he began asking what I wanted. after him.getting madder and madder I finally told him a Kylie Jenner butt xD. when he was done, I got up. he told me I was his best patient and that I could have a break. So I walked to his office with him. There were two girls there with me. they didn't look alive anymore but they both looked identical. both with puffy plastic faces and brown curly hair just like mine. he then said he was going to work on my tummy. another girl came running out of the room across the hall. he told me sit in the chair and not to move. he chased her. So as soon as he was out of sight I ran as well. the next room was empty. nothing but a wall of cupboards and a mattress. I began looking for a place to hide. There, I found a small boy. he had to be about 8. he was dirty and you can tell he was here for a long time. his clothes that were once light in color were now dark brown and stained. his face was dirty and bruised. he took precaution to the blood that soaked my clothes and the stitches and bruises underneath my eyes. I knew the butcher would know I was gone after he caught his prey. I ran to the corner of the room where the mattress was. I noticed that everything in this room was solid white at one point. it was now as dirty as this poor little boy. as I held my breath in that corner, what felt like an eternity. I felt a small brush of skin on my arm. it was the boy tugging at me. telling me to hurry. he told me to climb into the ceiling. I wasn't leaving without him. So I quickly helped him up first and then pulled myself up shortly after him. I don't remember much after that other than walking out with this boy. as soon as we reached the gate he turned to me and thanked me. he turned to the same dust that was covering his room. the end... :3