Sketches of Reality ch 6 (final)

Chapter 6: Pure torture
"Ohh..." She moaned in her head, regaining consciousness. "What the...?" There was a gag over her mouth, and she had been tied up with nylon rope. It was raining hard outside. Wiggling, she tried to break free, but failed. Peeping noises came into earshot. "No, anything but that!" Flaky thought, struggling to get up. She hopped to the door, hanging wide open, when something touched her chest. The strange force dragged her back, no matter how much she screamed and cried, it wouldn't stop. Someone cut the gag loose. "Okay, I wanna know what's going on." Evil told her, his voice low. Flaky ignored the knots in her throat and said "Why should I tell you anything?" "Maybe, if you're a good little girl, I'll spare your life." He replied. She rolled her eyes. Like she would ever believe anything he said! "You're wasting your time trying to get information out of me." She growled. "Oh, then what's this?" Evil held up the sketchbook. "W-where did you get that?!" "I did a little snooping while you were asleep, darling." He stuck his nose in the book. "Why, one of your drawings are of Flippy and Giggles, together as a couple? As if!" He turned the page, pretending to be interested. "Aw, isn't that adorable? Everybody's happy, you're Flippy's girlfriend, what could possibly go wrong?" He stuck the angry chick sketch in her face. "That's what!" Evil took the first page and pulled. "What are you doing?! That could ruin everything!" Flaky warned, but he payed no attention and ripped the picture out, anyways. The porcupine's eyes scanned the room looking for something to fight with... Flippy's bowie knife laid right in front of her. "That must of been what Evil used to cut the gag!" She thought, grabbing onto it with her toes. Evil yanked out another page, and then another... When he touched the last paper, Flaky let out a battle cry and with her foot, she stabbed Evil in the crotch. "I'M GONNA SLAUGHTER YOU, FLAKY!" He screeched, trying to pull the knife out. At full speed, she hopped over, knelt down and grabbed the sketchbook with her mouth, then went for the escape. Only problem, though, her path was blocked by numerous blood-thirsty baby chickens. "Ahhh!" She toppled over, te chicks gathering around her. The angrily pecked at her face, nimbled on her fingers and began tearing out her organs. "I'm not going to make it." She knew, when the birds chewed off the rope around her. "Hey, I'm free!" Flaky shouted, pulling away from the army of chicks and dashing towards the exit. "No!" Evil snuck up from behind and slashed her in the breasts. "Ouch!" She shrieked, crossing her arms over her wound. "It hurts!" Flaky whimpered. "It will all be over in a few seconds." Evil chuckled, leading the group of chicks over to her. "The sketchbook!" She had dropped it while she was being pecked. She had to retrieve it before it was too late! Flaky fought through, and when she faced Evil, she smacked him so hard in the jaw, one of her finger bones snapped off. She looked around. No pencils in sight. Quickly, she opened the book up and used the blood from her worn-down fingers to draw a picture of herself, a flower and the sun shining down on her. "Get her!" Evil commanded. The chicks caught up with Flaky and started tearing her limb from limb. They ripped her eyeballs right out of their sockets. And soon enough, only her arm was left. Shakily, it closed the sketchbook up.
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"Wah!" She woke up on a couch, sweat soaking her fur. Flippy poked his head through the basement doorway. "I see you're awake," He told her, grinning. "All of that was... just a dream?" She asked. "I don't know what you're talking about, but look!" He held up a familiar old sketchbook. "I got it this morning! Lucky, huh?" Flippy replied. "Yeah, lucky..."
Fin...?