Like a leech

I was about to revise my history this afternoon then something caught my eyes. There was leech sticking on the floor-to-ceiling length window. The leech was on the outside thank goodness. Normally I wouldn't give two shits about it but out of the blue, this thought about sprinkling salt onto it crossed my mind so we went and got it done. 'We', as in me and bro. My brother volunteered to season the leech while I watched how this fella was going to get tortured to death. The process was utterly gross, and inhuman. Though it's a hideous leech and it's meant to die but I'm not used to killing, so I was a bit excited, really. White, opaque, sticky liquid got squeezed out from its skin while my bro sprinkled salt onto it, I had no idea what the fuckery was it. It took a while for it to sort of, curl up itself. Then it was hanging very loose, but still sticking on the window. Then my brother added more salt, then it fell. If leeches could talk I guess it would already cursed the shit out of us cause it fell hard to the ground and it was like it was struck by the cruciatus curse. Like how Voldermort casts the cruciatus curse on Harry and how he twisted and curled up looking so fucked up in Harry Potter and the goblet of fire I think, after the part when Robert Pattinson as Cedric dies at the cemetery.

I'm wondering when will it be my turn to get struck by the cruciatus curse and get all twisted up on the floor, watching those lazy and wasted days flash before my eyes, realizing "yeah I should probably get up and start studying" cause I'm really lack of motivation right now and it seems like there's nothing else can cure.