Twittering Tale: Voiceless

I had so much to say, but I never got the opportunity.

With all the torture and acid, those filthy bastards took my voice away. However, they could not take my will to say. I share my thoughts.

I carve them on the skins of the guilty, or write them on the walls with their blood…


Character Count: 280

Prompt:

Twittering Tales #130 – 2 April 2019

12 comments

  1. Acid a fear to huge to think of. It is the most reprehensible weapon and I can not imaginethe sort of mentality the assailant has to use it. Your tale, more horrific than dark produced a spine chilling fear in me. Good job.

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