Heels cracking in the soft concrete floor marks the entrance of a tall, slender woman. Her silhouette is dimly lighted as is the rest of the room she has just entered. There is an odd sort of glow in the room, not too illuminating, one which mixes well with the shadow, thereby giving our beautiful protagonist a mean first impression. However, that doesn’t matter, since our sole audience isn’t up yet to appreciate her.
Seemingly unsatisfied in the shadows, our lovely lady huffs in annoyance and claps her hands. White light immediately flickers in, instantly obeying her commands. She is seen to be pouting, an action that looks cute on her pretty face.
The room she is standing in is an excellent one. It is spacious with wonderful decor, just plain white walls and no carpet with a few furniture pieces scattered about. There is a T.V., facing directly towards our wonderful center of attraction and a couple of chairs here and there. A rope is dangling right in front of our center of attraction, some spaces above, but entirely reachable.
What is our center of attraction, you ask? Don’t worry dear reader, I am going to tell you. I just wanted to put a little suspense over there. Our center of attraction, situated directly in the center of the room is a young man strapped to a chair. He would have been considered pleasing to the eyes if not for the bruises on his face and the dumb look that came from sleeping off the tranquilizers. He is naked, not completely of course. This is PG-13 stuff, get your minds out of the gutter. Anyways, he is naked enough for our lovely lady to torture, and enough to be considered decent.
Now that I’ve said torture, ya’ll have been thinking about medieval torture instruments with thousand-year-old creepy blood on them. No, thanks. We like to keep our stuff more sterile and less-Great Grandparents. Besides, do you even know how much that stuff costs?
This room isn’t some dingy, old dungeon but a well-furnished clean room. Instead of too costly and gooey torture instruments, we have practical ones and… something else. Can’t ruin the suspense now, can I? Now, let’s go back to the beautiful lady and the filthy man who hasn’t woken up in a day, shall we? Before we do, I want to make it clear that I haven’t been hogging all the screen time. Crazy psychos…
The tall slender woman gracefully walks towards her victim, her stilettos clacking in rhythm. She stands in front of him and just slaps the living daylights outta him. Ouch! Still, there is no movement from the man except when his head follows the direction of that slap. Talk about thick skinned.
Our lovely lady doesn’t stop there. She repeats her actions over and over again forming bruises on the victim’s cheek. We really should admire her resolve.
“Wakey Wakey, Mikey.” Her voice is soft and velvety, dangerous and deadly, beautiful.
After about a thousand slaps, Mikey wakes up. You know, how people make an indistinguishable sound when they do. Yeah, he did that. After realizing this fact, the gorgeous, pink-nail polished hand stops and gravitates towards our beautiful protagonist. The woman in question doesn’t do anything, she just watches.
Mikey wakes up, obviously feeling the burns for the million slaps on his cheek, and instantly a look of recognition flickers in his face. His brain also takes in the surrounding in the very same instant. In fact, it takes so much information at once, that I’m sure his brain is about to explode. Thankfully, that doesn't happen. I don’t wanna clean a gooey mess,
He screams. He screams so nice, so beautifully, his scream is full of fear with the undertones of uncertainty. The kind of scream you want to hear over and over again. Sorry about that, I was caught up in the moment there. He screams and she smiles, enjoying every moment of it.
The victim, Mikey stops screaming after it has been a while, after finally realizing that no one is gonna hear him. He stops screaming and starts talking, pleading, blabbering.
“Jess, Please let me go, Jess. You don’t wanna do this. Please, Jess. Let me go. Please.” He repeats the same damn word over and over again, looking much more pathetic than he did a moment ago.
Our lovely lady, who apparently goes by the name of Jess, stops his moving of the lips by knocking on his forehead. “Knock. Knock.”
Mikey looks at her confused, so she repeats her actions again. “Knock. Knock.”
Mikey finds his voice back after she this odd phenomenon happened twice and he resumes his words. “Please Jess, just let me go. Please.”
“Knock. Knock.” She repeats her actions, but her voice has a darker edge to it.
After receiving no answer save the crap that was coming out of his mouth, the lovely Jess becomes furious. She goes to the table containing our tools of the trade and comes back taking a hammer from the table. Bringing the hammer down into his forehead, as if striking an invisible nail, she repeats her words. “Knock.” And again, the hammer struck. “Knock.”
Blood is running down from his forehead as Mikey replies, his voice shaking. “Who’s there?”
The hammer doesn’t faze away from his face, it lingers dangerously close to his perfectly shaped nose. “Your do.” Jess replies, caressing his face with the hammer.
“Your do, who?” Apparently, Mikey wasn’t taking any chances, not after two blows in his forehead, and the hammer still perilously close to his body.
“Your do-who-om.” Jess replied and struck down, hitting his hand with the hammer over and over again, laughing the whole time. Her accuracy is perfect, considering the fact that she is laughing her head off this entire time.
Mikey screams on, and on, and on. Too much, for a man who has been tortured so little. A little pathetic, in my opinion. But it is so delicious… I just cannot deny myself this pleasure.
Sometime after Mikey started screaming, Jess gets bored of it. Apparently, she finds it pathetic too as she puts the hammer into his mouth. It is an efficient gag, I must say. Mikey looks at her with fearsome eyes, tears running down his cheeks, and Jess just laughs manically right back at him.
Jess looks at him and then slowly walks behind the chair. She puts her hands on his shoulders and looks at the T.V. screen in front of them. “Let’s watch a movie, just like we used to do when we were lit-tle.” She says cocking her head towards him.
Mikey just nods, probably wondering what nefarious schemes she has up her sleeve, or maybe thinking up ways to escape. He might also be doing so out of fear, but I like to be more creative. You know what I am talking about, right?
The ever-so-lovely Jess glows up in glee and grabs a remote from the table. Now now, dear reader, don’t you worry about the stuff that is on the table. All will be revealed in due time. Jess doesn’t even bother to get a chair, she just settles comfortably on the floor and switches the T.V. on.
The lights dim out as the movie starts playing. The movie is nice, I know it because I am the one who did and collected everything shown in it. You read it right, dear reader. It is nothing but a mere collection of stuff I used to do when I was in the prime of my youth. You know, murders. It is nothing but a collection of my killings. Who am I, you ask? I do not want to satisfy your curiosity, my dear, lest you run away too soon. You’ve come this far into the story with me, I would prefer if you stayed.
I am no Narcissus, so I won’t go into detail about my assassinations. But I’ll tell you this, the combination of every horror movie you’ve ever seen, no matter how horrifying it may have been, pale in comparison to my mixture of slaughters. Oh, forgive me, dearie, I was running out of words.
The movie ends after exactly 3 hours and 27 minutes, and the lights flash back on. Oh, my my my isn’t the young lad’s face a sight to admire. Pale, stricken with fear, sweat running down from every pore of his body, the blood glistens in approval and the eyes, the wide, fearful eyes. He looks at Jess, wondering what she is going to do to him now. He looks at her like she was the embodiment of the Devil himself and the lovely lady does nothing but laugh. She laughs and laughs, so manically and evilly that I can't help but beam with pride. She just laughs and strikes down.
She is leaving a deep gash in his stomach, but he doesn’t scream, he doesn’t utter a single word. I guess you could say that his tongue was tied with fear. Whatever the reason was, it would be his undoing. Jess goes deeper this time and the knots of his tongue open and he screams, however, muffled they may sound. Jess takes out the hammer from his mouth and we hear the beautiful music again as she makes both of his hands look the same. It is enchanting, isn’t it, dear reader?
The ‘M’ is completed now, and Jess goes for another letter. She moves gracefully, twisting and turning the beautiful knife as if judging and seeing which way brings more pain. She is learning, slowly, and beautifully. The screams get louder and louder as she experiments. She moves elegantly in the rhythm of the music and smiles as it gets melodious with every stab.
Mikey is barely lucid when the word is completed. His chest, which was once muscular and toned is now a bloody mess. Cuts, here and there, from when Jess ‘slipped’ add to the brilliant touch of the word carved in his stomach. It adds a certain glow to the word, it makes the word shine out more. Blood is seeping out of everywhere, illuminating the word carved in his stomach. Here, dear reader, we know Mikey for who he really is, a murderer.
Jess, in all her elegance, admires her handiwork. The word 'Murderer' glistens with blood and shines out as if it is taunting Jess. In her observation, she just fails to realize that our whiny victim has stopped screaming, that the music has stopped. When she does realize, it is too late, Mikey has started talking, not blabbering, and definitely not pleading. He is just talking.
“Pure, Innocent Jess. Oh, how would your parents react if they saw you now?” He smiles, the blood from his forehead has seeped down, and his lips look like a bloody mess. He smiles a bloody smile.
His words obviously hit a nerve, for Jess reacts rather violently. He does not scream this time, not even with four knives inside his arms, four knives twisting and turning into his flesh doesn't stop his talk. “They screamed so nicely when the fire was licking them up. They screamed for help, they screamed for you to help them. But oh-so-lovely Jess never came. You never came.”
Jess might have been blinded by rage a moment ago, but now she is stable. The drama is still continuing, it is getting even nicer, but this time Jess is the one running the show, and what good show it is, makes me yearn for more.
He keeps talking, just never stops, and Jess lets him. She just takes the knives out of his arms and lets him talk. His words are having no effect on her, she isn’t letting it faze her. He stops talking after a while, probably because he is exhausted, but the show hasn’t ended yet. Oh no, not at all.
No one talks for some time, it is a deathly silence. Then, Jess pokes him on his cheek (the bruised one, of course) and points up, her hands grasping the rope in front of him. Mikey looks up, as far as the chair allows him to, which the chair does rather brilliantly. A bucket dances enticingly above Mikey, so enchantingly. Jess pulls the rope just then, and the bucket dislocates causing the water inside it to spill and dumps on our lovely victim.
The water falls on his forehead and seeps down to his chest onto the stomach where the words are carved. Mikey screams so loudly, so gorgeously as salt burns his wounds and cleanses him. His screams are so enchanting, so melodious that Jess lets go of the rope and starts dancing. Her elegant poise and graceful steps combined with the enthralling music is just the best damn thing in the world.
Mikey screams until his voice is hoarse until his throat is burning. He cannot even utter the words ‘Please kill me’. He cannot even beg for death in the end. But that is not all, dear reader. If you thought that was all, you must have been rather faint-hearted. I would just absolutely love to go much further and describe in detail of the days and nights of torture, but as I said before, this is PG-13 stuff.
In the end, she kills him. Jess takes a shiny revolver out and kills him. By the time that happens, there is no way of identifying the man known as Michael Carlow. Half of his teeth are knocked out, his face is mangled. Deciding that hammering his hands were not enough, Jess has burned them too, and tried, successfully, to separate the nails from the skin. She is keeping the nails as her trophy, I'm sure of that. She throws the corpse which looks more like a blood-covered pile of muscle and bones into the sewer.
I do not claim to know what the reaction of the cops will be once they discover the corpse, but I do know that it will be a sight worth seeing, worth admiring. I can already imagine it, the screams, the horrified faces, oh the delicious screams...
At this point, there is one question I absolutely have to ask you, dear reader. Did you enjoy this awesome murder?
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