The bugs.

I wake up in an instant to the sound of my daughter screaming.

I run to her room in panic.

She's gone.

The basement door slams.

I run to the door. Wishing Mike was home. He never comes home anymore. It's her. Lilly. I know it. I run down screaming for my beautiful daughter.

"EMMA" "EMMA BABY"

Nothing.

I cry out as I feel a blow to my back. It feels like someone kicked me down. I cry out from the pain returning, something is moving inside me. I feel it digging into my stomach. I turn around, just to be hit in the head.

Everything went black.

I woke up in a small room. My wrists nailed to a wood chair. In a white dress, a deep red blood spot on the fabric above my stomach. I couldn't feel anything. My entire body was numb. A door opens behind me. I couldn't turn around. My head was nailed to a headboard behind me. I notice the blood dripping now.

Someone comes up behind me grabbing my jaw and forcefully opening it. Shoving a thick tube down my throat. I couldn't breath. Panic set in. I couldn't see anything except gloved hands and the tube in my mouth. Suddenly the person was holding a box. They opened the box and pulled out something I couldn't quite see.

They put it in the tube. WHAT IS GOING ON?! I cry out and whimper, trying to sake free. It was a millipede. THE BUG IS GOING TO GO DOWN MY THROAT. I scream frantically, but all I hear is a laugh. A mans laugh. He flicks the tube and the millipede goes down my throat. I feel it, I feel its little legs. I choke. Trying to cough it up. But the tube makes it so hard.

I open my eyes from choking, spiders and ants are coming down the tube. I burst into a wave of tears, trying to say stop. I feel a burning sensation. Hot and painful. I throw up. But the tube is in my mouth. I see it go up the tube. Blood and bugs is all I throw up. I hear laughs behind me.

Everything went black.

Then I woke up.

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Tell me what you think.