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By Rose

I screamed in pain as he dug the knife into my skin and back up, cutting my skin off my body. Blood dripped down my arms and he cut chunk after chunk of skin off my shoulder.

“Have you tasted skin before?” He said in a crazed voice, his eyes wide open. “It’s chewy and soft, the taste indescribable” He said tilting his head with a crazed look in his eyes as he described the texture of skin. I screamed in pain, as he cut chunks of skin off my shoulder, blood dripping down my arm and chest. My scream were cut short when he covered my mouth with his long, pale fingers.

“No! Shut up! Shut up!” He screamed. My eyes widened in terror, his hand left my mouth as he grabbed his head with both hands and started rocking back and forth in a crazed manor. “What-what did I s-say” He said with his head tilted far to the side, eyes wide open, quickly developing a stutter.

I stayed quite, tears quickly falling down my rosy cheeks, my eyes brewing up more tears to fall. My knotty brown hair fell against my back in a bunch, my small frame let out small tremors of terror. My eyes bloodshot from crying and my eye bags all puffy. I was far from attractive at the moment. I couldn’t woo my way out of this like I usually did with men, this time. I cried out a response, eyes dripping non-stop full of tears.

“I’m sorry! Please just let me go!” I begged, closing my eyes as my head fell forward, just wanting to go home.

This man was crazed, he belonged in a loony bin, or even just miles away from me. My shoulder stung as the cold air touched the fresh, open wound. He had me locked in this room which looked like an old day care centre, in the early two thousands. It looked like it once was happy and bright, but now, it had the old rotten wallpaper falling off the walls, the carpet dirty and brown, fresh blood added to the old blood splatters covering the majority of the carpet. The windows all bordered up and the art the children once made, all crumpled and dirty on the ground. I let out a scream as he suddenly swung his arm up into the air before slamming it down hard, knife in hand, into my thigh.

Blood splattered around me as I let scream after scream pour out of my bloody mouth. He laughed maniacally before he slammed the knife into my thigh again. The knife cutting through my skin and muscles, blood quickly started gushing out of the deep wounds. My hair fell into my face, getting wet by my tears. My once white dress a dark red and brown color from the dirt and blood that had stained it. I wished I didn’t go to the wedding. No, the wedding was beautiful, I wished I didn’t walk home from it. My parents had just gotten married and instead of being the annoying child, I let them drive off to their honeymoon instead of dropping me home first.

Now here I was sitting in this old, and bloody seat getting my skin cut off and being stabbed.

“Please! I will do anything!” I cried with blood dripping done my arms and thighs. Sharp throbbing pain was pulsing through me, I felt like all I knew and could feel was pain. He suddenly stopped as an idea popped into his head.

“Anything?” He said, his voice cracking half was through, his smile almost beating the cheshire smile. I half nodded my eyes widdened with hope. He quickly ran out the room, his run was odd. Like a ballerina, sort of. He ran on the tips of his toes with long exagerated steps. I let out an anguished cry, my head falling forward as a never-ending stream of tears fell down my cheeks. It felt like forever before I heard the door slam open, wakening me with a gasp. He ran into the room and did a massive bow, his tall 6’5 thin, body almost touching the ground. He stood back up tall, his head almost touching the roof.

“I have returned!” He announced, his cheshire smile returning.

He quickly ran towards me, my heart feeling as though it had dropped towards my stomach. He pushed me over, my chair and I knocking to the side. My head made a loud thump as it head ground, the chair immediately broke into chunks, splinters of wood scattering onto the ground and engraving itself into my skin. I let out a quite whimper, in fear if I was any louder he would go crazy again. He let out a manic chuckle as he quickly pulled out his lucky knife. I let out a scream but quickly quited myself when he cut the ropes tying myself to the chair. I quickly stood up, backing myself into the corner of the room. I wrapped one hand around my torso and the other trying to stop the blood from escaping my stab wounds. He quickly ran towards the door, opened it and slowly bent down. He grabbed the end of a long, thick bag, using both hands to pull it into the room.

“A heavy one this one is” He joked with a chuckle. He pulled the big, black bag into the middle of the room, locking eyes with me, before ever so slowly opening the bag. I let out a loud scream quickly turning around, with eyes squized shut tightly. Letting out loud sobs of terror.

“Turn around sweetie” He said with a laugh. I refused to turn around, continuing to sob to mysef. “I said” He paused, “TURN AROUND!” He screamed before throwing his knife which embeded itself in the wall right next to my head. His voiced had gone from all happy and high pitched to deep and dimonic. I screamed and turned around covering my eyes, letting out loud cries of terror.

“Please! I’m sorry!” I cried. “I just want to go home” I whimpered, praying to any god out there to help me.

“Open your eyes and help me sweetie” He said like a mother asking her children to help bring in the groceries. I opened my eyes agonizingly slow, letting out a loud whimper as my eyes locked at the live body of a young women. He eyes were gorged out and her lips sown together. She had blood and tears dripping all over her face and she let out muffled cries. He dragged her body out of the bag and she lay on the ground. She had her hands and feet tied together, the skin rubbed raw.

“Prove it” He said simply. I snapped my head up. “What” I whispered. “Prove that you would do anything!” He suddenly loud. He slammed his hand onto the ground from his kneeling position. It let out a loud bang, frightening me into moving back a step.

“Kill her” He whispered. My eyes widened and my hand hovered over my mouth in shock.
“N-n-no!” I exclaimed. His eyes turned dark and his whole body tensed up.

“I said, kill her! You kill her and you can leave” He said as he bargoned her life or mine. He handed me a knife as he walked around her body. I locked eyes with hers as i held the knife in hand. He walked behind me and bent over so he could whisper in my ear.

“Kill her” She left out muffled screams and tried wiggling her body away. Tears ran down her face like a fountin. I took two small limp of a steps towards her body, my thigh still gushing blood, my leg let out a pained burst everytime i put pressure on it and my shoulder was throbbing like i had been hit. My eyes stung with a fresh batch of tears as i raised the knife in the air. I started muttering a pray for her. With shakey hands in the air, knife in hand i dropped to my knees and thrust that knife into her stomach. Raising it into the air, i stabbed her multiple times, he stitches on her moutch ripping open as her screams filled the dusty room. The man laughed behind me as he danced around the room. Stab after stab the life in her eyes slowly left her body. Her blood soaking the ground and my knees as i knelt next to her body. I cut her throat before finally dropping the knife. I felt numb. I just murdered someone. Someone in the same situation as me. Death was on my hands. I wasn’t any better then he was. He laughed and clapped his hands as he danced around the corpse and I. With no emotion i stood back up on one leg. I raised my head and locked him in the eye. He slowly stopped dancing before raising his hands to the door.

“Till next time”

I screamed in pain as he dug the knife into my skin and back up, cutting my skin off my body. Blood dripped down my arms and he cut chunk after chunk of skin off my shoulder. “Have you tasted skin before?” He said in a crazed voice. “It’s chewy and soft and sometimes hairy. The blood is like the sauce” He said tilting his head with a crazed look in his eyes as he described the taste of skin. I screamed in pain as he cut more skin off of my shoulder, but stopped mid-scream when he covered my mouth with his gloved hand.

“No! Shut up, Shut up!” He screamed. My eyes widened in terror and his hand left my mouth as he grabbed his head with both hands and started rocking back and forth. “What-what did I say, ” He said with his head tilted far to the side, eyes wide open. I stayed quite, tears quickly falling down my cheeks and my eyes brewed up more to fall. My knotty brown hair fell against my back and my small frame let out small tremors of terror. My eyes bloodshot from crying and my eye bags all puffy. I was far from attractive. I couldn’t woo my way out of this time. I cried out a response.

“I’m sorry! Please just let me go!” I closed my eyes as my head fell forward.

This man was crazed. My shoulder stung as the cold air touched the fresh wound. He had me locked in this room. It looked like a day care Centre. It looked like it once was happy and bright but now it had the old rotten wallpaper falling off the walls, the carpet dirty and brown, the windows all bordered up and the art the children once made, all crumpled and dirty on the ground. I let out a scream as he suddenly swung his arms up into the air, holding the knife in both hands, before slamming it down into my thigh. Blood splattered around me as I let scream after scream pours out of my bloody mouth. He laughed maniacally before he slammed his hand into my thigh again. The knife cutting through my skin and muscles and blood gushes out of the open wounds. My hair fell into my face, getting wet by my tears. My once white dress a dark red and brown color from the dirt and blood that stained it. I wish I didn’t go to the wedding. No, the wedding was beautiful and sweet, I wished I didn’t walk home from it. My parents had just gotten married and instead of being the annoying, bratty child, I let them drive off into their honeymoon instead of dropping me home first. Now here I was sitting in this old, and bloody seat getting my skin cut off and being stabbed. My parents wouldn’t come for me, they didn’t even know I was gone. They said they would call in a week from now. I would probably be dead by then

“Please! I will do anything!” I cried with blood dripping down my arms and thighs. The sharp throbbing pain was pulsing through me, I felt like all I knew and could feel was the pain. He suddenly stopped as an idea popped into his head.

“Anything?” He said, his voice cracking half was through, his smile almost beating the Cheshire’s smile. I half nodded my eyes widened with hope. He quickly ran out the room, his run was odd. Like a ballerina, sort of. He ran on the tips of his toes with long exaggerated steps. I let out an anguished cry, my head falling forward as a never-ending stream of tears fell down my cheeks. It felt like forever before I heard the door slam open, awakening me with a gasp. He ran into the room and did a massive bow, his tall 6’5 thin, body almost touching the ground. He stood back up tall, his head almost touching the roof.

“I have returned!” He announced, his Cheshire smile returning. He quickly ran towards me, my heart felt as though it had dropped towards my stomach. He pushed me over, my chair and I knocking to the side as soon as we landed my head made a loud thump as it hit the ground. The chair immediately broke into chunks, splinters of wood scattering onto the ground and engraving into my skin. I let out a quiet whimper, in fear if I was any louder he would go crazy again. He let out a manic chuckle as he quickly pulled out his lucky knife. I let out a scream but quickly quieted myself when he cut my ropes tying me to the chair. I quickly stood up, backing herself into the corner of the room. I wrapped one hand around my torso and the other trying to stop the blood from escaping my stab wounds. He quickly ran towards the door, opened it and slowly bent down. He grabbed the end of a long, thick bag, using both hands to pull it into the room.

“A heavy one this one is,” He said with a chuckle. He pulled the big, black bag into the middle of the room. He locked eyes with me before ever so slowly opening the bag. I let out a loud scream as soon as I saw the contents of the bag. I turned around, with my eyes shut tightly. Letting out loud sobs of terror.

“Turn around sweetie”, He said with a laugh. I refused to turn around, continuing to sob to myself. “I said, TURN AROUND!” He screamed before throwing his knife which embedded itself in the wall right next to my head. His voiced had gone from all happy and high-pitched to deep and demonic. I screamed and turned around covering my eyes, letting out loud cries of terror.

“Please! I’m sorry!” I cried. “I just want to go home” I whimpered.

“Open your eyes and help me, sweetie,” He said like a mother asking her children to help bring in the groceries. I opened my eyes agonizingly slow letting out a loud whimper as my eyes locked at the alive body of a young woman. He eyes were gouged out and her lips sewn together. She had blood and tears dripping all over her face and she let out muffled cries. He dragged her body out of the bag and she lay on the ground. She had her hands and feet tied together, the skin rubbed raw.
“Prove it,” He said simply. I snapped my head up. “What” I whispered quietly.

“Prove that you would do anything!” He suddenly loud. He slammed his hand onto the ground from his kneeling position. It let out a loud bang, frightening me into moving back a step.

“Kill her” He whispered. My eyes widened and my hand hovered over my mouth in shock.

“N-n-no!” I exclaimed. His eyes turned dark and his whole body tensed up.

“I said, kill her! You kill her and you can leave” He said, he was bargaining her life. Her life, or mine. He handed me a knife as he walked around her body. I locked eyes with hers as I held the knife in hand. He walked behind me and bent over so he could whisper in my ear. His hands on my shoulders.

“Kill her” She left out a muffled scream and tried wiggling her body away. Tears ran down her face like a fountain. I took two small limps towards her body, my thigh still gushing blood, my leg let out a pained burst every time I put any pressure on it, my shoulder was throbbing like I had been hit. My eyes stung with a fresh batch of tears as I raised the knife in the air. I started muttering a silent apology to her. With shaky hands in the air, knife in hand, I dropped to my knees and thrust the knife into her stomach, blood gushing out of the deep wound spilling around her stomach and onto the ground.

She let out a loud, high pitched scream of pain, more tears gushing down her damp cheeks. She withered around trying to moving away. Raising it into the air again, I stabbed her again, the stitches on her mouth ripped open, as her screams filled the dusty room. The man laughed from behind me, as he danced around the room. Stab after stab, the knife went into her body, blood soaking the ground. The life in her eyes slowly left her body as I knelt next to her body watching, It intrested me in a morbid way. I cut her throat with a quick swipe of the knife, before finally… I dropped the knife. I felt numb. I had just brutally murdered someone and watched the life leave their pale eyes. Someone in the same situation as me, purely for my own selfish benefit. Death was on my hands, and I knew I wasn’t any better than him.

He laughed and clapped his hands as he danced around the corpse and I. With no emotion on my face, I stood up balancing myself on one leg to keep the pressure off the other. I raised my head and looked him in the eyes, face completly stoic. He slowly stopped dancing before raising his hand to the door, a large satisfyed smile plastered across his face, before saying three words.

“Till next time”

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