To Be Morley'd

Morley'd: To be screwed over at an improbable moment by Morley, usually resulting in pain, torture, and possible death.  See Lorentino'd for the opposite.

You know of all the places I end up imprisoned, I hate ships the most. Its something with being rocked while being chained to something, some people find it relaxing, for me its a bit nauseating, and it really stops me from getting a proper rest on. Not that I was really getting a lot of time resting, no I got about 6 hours in the cell, and then the next 18 forced to stand in the central chamber Morley betrayed me in. My captors not content to just force me to stand would whip me and apply a burning solution to the wounds on my back (to heal and of course to inflict more pain).  This was all done for the overly fat disgusting councilman I had been sent to kill.

He was like some kind of sick child clapping with delight at each strike. Grooming was apparently foreign to him as well, the room had a very prevelant odor I didn't notice until I had been spending my time there almost exclusively, he had a wild beard that ran the entire length of him, and he never wore clothes.  I was under the impression he was some powerful magic user, but I never saw it.  Just his stupid childish grin through a disgusting ragged grey black beard and that damn clapping (which at times was in rhythum with the whipping, its funny what you notice when you are trying to divorce yourself from pain).

I'd like to say I never broke or cried out, but thats a lie, I screamed like a new born child everytime.  I wept and begged and pleaded.  There was no answer of course, they didn't want anything from me they didn't already have, this was of course my punishment for having the audacity to fail at a task I had no chance of succeeding at.  I didn't see Morley again after his betrayal, and that was for the best because if I did I would have tried to rip his throat out with my teeth, or see if you can literally kill a man with words.

I've gone over how I've been crazy before, even been taken over by an evil former master that had somehow gotten into my head. I'll admit something here, towards the end of my time with the slob councilman I wasn't much of a person, I wasn't much of anything.  I was a weeping screaming child covered in scars and broken as a person.  I didn't talk in anything but gibberish, I didn't think in anything but pain (you don't want to know what thinking in pain is like, its hard to even put to paper).  As I write this now I feel the old wounds still there even though they are long since healed, my hand shakes with each.

It was a three month imprisonment.  Three months of torture and madness and begging.  In the end it was a simple mistake that killed them all, one little screw up that anyone could make.  See thats the thing when you break someone, you think that you own them.  That their wimpers are that of submission and that you have nothing to worry about, but in fact you have everything to worry about, because you have really just cornered a wild animal, and as soon as you look away for a moment that animal is unleashed.  And tomorrow I shall write about the most delicious vengeance I have ever tasted, even in the midst of madness it was exceptionally satisfying.