In a small town so far aways its like and island on land. The town is haunted by a serial killer who kills young girls. Jane a young reporter finds herself in his hands and at his mercy. Not only was her life in his hands, but her sexually needs too. Sex and torture in one sentence find out more of wat will become of these two Warning if u don't like killing of people dont read my book.. theres is mature content and a lot of dying..
Chapter 1 The beginning
The room is dark. The stench is sure to give you a nose bleed. It's the smell of death itself. Even the air is scared to move in such a place, where death sings its Christmas songs. It sure is quiet. Well, not completely quiet because of the small woman in the corner. She is tied to the pipes on the wall. She has only been here for a few days, yet it feels like decades. If we speak of pain , she has felt it all. Even an animal destined to be eaten, it has never been treated as such. It is a room, but to her, it's her wooden coffin. The blood from her wounds has long since dried.
What kind of place is this? Even flies are not here. Yet those filthy animals can not resist a feast like this. One eye was missing, both ears knifed out, what else was there to add to the pain.
"Carson... baby... please, i am. Sorry..... I..i ... i love you, " she used the remaining energy to say... it was bearly audible, but the audience heard her. It's all she could say in an attempt to have his heart soft again. If only he could listen. His footsteps echoed throughout the room, each sending a different kind of fear into her. Chills ran down her spine, but there was no energy to transport them to her body.
"I love you too, baby..."he caressed her blood filled cheeks and slowly kissed her. She even made an effort to respond, forcing herself to ignore the pain she was in. Even death was becoming a better option than this. Her lips were dry and cracked, saliva burnt through her wounds. She shivered, hoping she was passionate enough to make him want her. He stopped and walked away.
The room became silent again. Her breathing became heavier and louder. She knew he was going to come back. Yes, the monster she once called boyfriend. The man she once hugged and wished this moment could last forever. What happened. Where had she gone wrong.
There was no point in crying. It was over. If she could go back in time and not fall in love with him in the first place, then she would not be here. She would have been somewhere on a beach roasting slowly in the yellow sun. Oh well, it's spilled milk. Even if he let her go, she would die on her way to the hospital. She had not had food in days, and the blood she lost was enough to fill a five liter bucket. She knew her time was coming. Her end was just close. She also knew he was coming back.
Every day, he tortured her. Day one was the worst. She was still fresh meat,as he liked to call it. He tried to act nice and relive their memories, but every time she refused, he would beat her. Eventually, he got the message, and she did not want him. And he understood that if you dont want me, then i will make sure u don't want anyone else. Day two, he came with a new face,ine full of hate and resentment. He removed her eye because she would not look at his naked self. A whole 250 pounds ,1.8 meters towards the heaven.
That pure golden skin displayed in front of her. And guess what she looks away. If she won't look at him, then she won't see another man.
Day 4, her whole face was swollen, and her skin began to dry. The pain was unbearable. It was hard to tell where it was more painful. If she cried, the salty tears would ich. He molested her. Onhis wooden square bed with a small rubber mattress. It provided no comfort. He small body stood no chance against the giant the horverd above her. He growled and choked her. Increasing pressure onto her... plunging the life out of her. She bit her teeth and endured it all as pain ran through her entire body.
"But you would hold me so many times," finger one chop.. and she would scream .
"You screamed my name and held me so tight." finger two chop.
"You scratched me, and ..," he cried each time he chopped a finger until they counted ten sausages on the floor.
He cut her ears when he told her he loved her and she did not respond. If you won't hear me, then what is the use of you ears. She begged him to stop,but it seemed he would want to do it even more.
By the time she realized the tactics of the game,she had lost both ears, an eye, and ten fingers. Even if she played along ,she was dead already. He had become a monster. He was a beast. A demon.
She lay as she waited for the death angel to come. She only wished he'd come earlier before the demon came back. She knew she was going to see hell before the flames. She prayed she'd die before he cane back.
She heard the footsteps come back. She prayed harder that God hears her prayers before Cas got to her.
He untied her. He ripped off her dress and left her in nakedness. She was not ashamed. He had done more hideous things to her body. Some you would rather not hear. His hand roamed all over her body. She had no strength to even cry. She lay at his mercy. Breathing alone became harder. These hands are the very same hands that made her feel good a few years ago. She would squirm and scream out his name and the touch of these hands. Now these hands are the ones that kill her slowly.
She felt him lift her from the ground,bridal style. She knew it was time. If there was one thing she regretted, it was being friendly. She would never have made friends with the new guy. She would have kept to herself and kept her teeth behind her lips. A few hugs, a smile, someone is bound to fall in love. This was the end to her story.
He carried her to the end. It was not supposed to end like this. He was supposed to carry her like this on their wedding night. Not to go and roast her like a lamb. Taking a sip of vodka, he watched the flames scotch her body. When the screams died out, it was over.
Yes, if he couldn't have her, nobody will. A tear rolled down his cheek and so did his love also disapear into thin air. He had just murdered his first and only love. The satisfaction it brought was surprisingly good. To have the woman who broke his heart burn to ashes infront of him. It was thrilling. His blood flowed ten times more than that of a normal human. To hear her screams seemed to fill the cracks in his heart. Its was amaizing. To have the power to do decide someone's fate. To have them at your mercy. To hear them beg and cry. He felt like a God.
Will this feeling be satisfying enough?