1) Describe an occasion where you were scared, petrified and helpless.

Name: Baka-chan

I stared at him, horrified as he wields the knife before me. I could feel my legs weakening… Just then, he held the knife at my throat and made a gentle slit. Although it didn’t hurt much, I screamed.

He cackled like a maniac and licked at the droplets of blood oozing out of my throat, slowly prying open the wound apart. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from whimpering as he made more slashes on my arms and legs and then licking the wound, leaving angry patches of red on my body.

I was petrified. He looked at me and smiled in a twisted way. I saw the red stains on his lips and teeth. The slashes have long numbed my body. I felt drained. He pushed me towards the huge mirror. Grabbing me by my hair, he hoisted me up and slashed a deeper wound on my throat.

This time, blood splattered everywhere. On the walls, the ceiling, the mirror, his face, everywhere. My scream was muffled by the blood in my mouth. He tasted blood and giggled. I writhe in agony as he tore at the tender flesh of my neck with his teeth.

I groped around wildly, weakened arms trying to pry him off my body. Finally, my cold fingers found the handle of a hammer. With much effort, I clenched it tightly and brought it down on his head. His skull shattered instantly and he lost consciousness.

I screamed savagely and brought blow after blow down on his head, until there was no strength left in my body. I collapsed on the floor and realized that the bastard’s head had been reduced to a mass of grayish white and red gore with jelly-like matter splattered around it.

After recovering some strength, I looked into the mirror to survey the damage. I gasped. Almost half the flesh of my neck was gone in an ugly tear. I could see the red insides of the open wound and couldn’t help noticing the hint of white showing in the depths of red, which was probably my spine.

I was horrified. I didn’t want to die. I tore a piece of bandage from the bastard’s shirt and wrapped it firmly around my neck. However, the fabric was immediately stained red. I realized that it was all over. I collapsed in a sign of defeat and waited for myself to die.

Suddenly, the headless body of that bastard moved. I was shocked. How could he possibly…??? My thoughts were blinded out of my mind by a striking pain. The undead body of the bastard had slashed a huge wound on my stomach and pulled out all my organs and intestines. I was bath in such pain that I thought there was nothing worse than this. Not even hell.

Finally, as I lay hopelessly on the cold concrete floor, watching my organs make a pool of red before me, the headless body of the bastard stuck the knife through my throat, gullet, windpipe, and all. I struggled with my labored breathing and the blood gushing out of my throat wound choked me.

I was dying. I regretted my death. At least I would have wanted to die more peacefully, without such pain. It was all over… darkness overwhelmed me… over…

Cambridge teacher’s comment (born in Singapore):

Watch too much torture movies already iszit ? Wan cher to vomit out my lunch arh ? this should at least get a R21 rating in cinemas larh . Got a lot of grammar mistakes summer.

But nvm . Torture, violence, read liao very shiok. I like.

You got talent. Next time can be script writer for movies or novelist.

Mark: A1