Scary Story One-Shots

The Captor

Snaking down her legs slowly, just looking at it she tastes iron and salt in her mouth. The scars have been reopened and there's no chance of hiding the blood or the scars after...if there is an after. Slowly flowing down her legs, arms, her whole body as she's cut, scratched and hit again and again, knowing there is only one end ahead. Unless she can possibly get away, the sound of rattling chains echoing through the room drowns out that hope. The chains. Binding her hands and feet, each bound together by one chain up the length of her body. This cold feeling from the chains and fear. "Why is this happening to me!!! Why me of all the h-*sobs*horrible people!!!" She screams into the darkness....No response. "Why w-*sobs*what did I...*sobs*" sobbing she cuts herself off. In the faint light the white smirk flashes. Pain. On her right side below her rib cage. He stabs her again and proceeds on with any other form of torture. Without an end in sight, she screams again wordlessly knowing it will do no good.

He knows he wouldn't get anymore fun out of her and she would be dead by morning. He grabs his knife from the table near his hanging victim. Just to tease her a bit drags it up from her stomach to her neck. Pressing slightly enough to break the skin to see just barely any blood trickle down her throat.

Moving closer to the knife she feels pain, but wants this to be over so bad. He slices her throat easily, blood sprays across him and the room.

Finding his preservement oils and gause for the body. Dosing her body with the oils and wrapping her in gause he removes the chains from the body throws the dead corpse into his wooden cart and takes it to the lake. Putting the body in his canoe and paddling to the middle of the lake to drop the body. The farther he paddles the more he finds his way back to people. To make his claim apon yet another victim...

He walks up the bank pulling his canoe, watching the group of teens playing games in the mid-summer night waters. Watching them splash each other in the water or on the bank by the fire, one of them had a boombox blasting hip-hop music, most of them were dancing. One he watched especially, in the back of the small party earbuds in...the perfect one to grab quickly without being noticed by the others or he could get her to leave with him. Though with his looks both would be easy, his was tall and slim, yet from his killings he was quite fit. This was going to be fun either way