Fitting the Set

Dirt sunk under my nails as I tried to grab something, anything to halt my backwards progress. I felt rocks scratch at my skin, tearing at my palms. Still I frantically searched for something to grab onto. I found my voice to be screaming for help into the light-flooded exit of the cave I was in. Nobody came. The more I was dragged into the depths of the cave, the more I tried to escape. My nails had been ripped off completely by the time the exit was out of view, where all I could see was the Void. I attempted kicking at my assailant, but I found no physical body to hit my foott against. Yet still I was being dragged.
Eventually I was thrown upwards, backwards, and into a holder for me. I realized it was a coffin. I tried to move, to be free and run out of this hellish place, but I found no will left in me. I felt no strength residing in any of my muscles. I moved my eyes about to try and make sense, but I knew I would find none. Yet as I did, I realized I was in no coffin, I was in a mold, an outlined cast of my own body. I was confused, bewildered even.
Invisible hands shoved me as hard as they felt necessary against the material of my cast, a material I couldn't readily identify. I saw the other half of my cast lay suspended in the air directly above me. It was then that I tried screaming once more. But I did not hear my vocal chords make such a sound. Instead, I heard them laughing. I was laughing at my predicament. Laughing that I could even see the other half of my soon-to-be fate, laughing at how pathetic it all was to fight, and how futile it was to resist.
The other part of the cast came down upon me, and I noticed that it had somewhat large, roundish holes in it. When it was locked to the half I was laying in, I was fearfully curious as to what the holes were for. It did not take long for my answer to arrive.
Dark, multiple hands appeared out of the edges of my locked vision. I counted at most seven pairs of them. Each pair went out of my vision, and returned with a large cylindrical spike, it's sharpness being shown even in the dark. As they grabbed these objects, a square box was placed directly over me. A t.v, I assumed. It flickered onto white static snow before me.
Not many moments had passed before I saw it play images from my own mind. But they were not just images, they were past memories. They were of how I acted in school! I cringed despite the skin-tight prison I was held in.
One of the pairs of hands shoved their weapon into a hole that was directly over my left kneecap. I screamed in agony. The t.v. changed memories when I did. It showed my personality of recent times, to which I greeted heartily.
Another object pierced my matching kneecap, followed by another scream.
This pattern continued until I had large spikes in my kneecaps, shoulders and chest region. The seventh, and final one, was where I was looking through. By now, however, I was starting to see through blood-colored glasses. The final memory, showed my first week of taking an anti-depressant, and my Alteration. I let a tear drip out of an eye as it fell into my rapidly rising blood-bath. I screamed once more in a last act of defiance before the Spike was shoved into its last hole.
Quickly, did everything flash to Permanent Black.