The Submarine

The museum

I woke up to the feeling of a warm breath on my neck.
"You look beautiful when you sleep"
Eli had pushed himself in the gap from where my hands are duct taped.
"Go away"
"You looked sad and like you needed some company. You give nice cuddles" he kissed my cheek. "We should get you cleaned up" he crawled out from between my arms and pulled me up.
"I'm fine"
"No your filth-" I cut him off "and who's faults that??"
"Yours mini me. It's always your fault. It's your fault everyone is in this situation." I cried more as he dragged me out to a small room.

"This is where I keep my collections" he unwrapped my wrists and put the heart in some clear glass box. "Have a look around" he grabbed my wrist.
"No."
"I didn't say you had a choice" Eli pushed me into a wheel chair and clipped my wrists into metal cuffs.

He pushed the chair slowly.
"This is my heart collection aren't they beautiful?" He asked
I didn't reply. "Suit yourself. Maybe you would like to see the head collection instead!" He pushed me fast.
"H-h... no!!"
He laughed and stopped pushing me. "It feels like every one is looking at you" he moves my head around. I can't help but look. There must have been around twenty heads. Some scalped. Some cut. But the centre one was perfect.

"This Is where I go when I feel alone"
"You only feel alone because you killed your wife!!"
"That's all part of the plan mini me. Don't worry you Will see it soon"
"I hate you!! You are messed up!!"
Eli chuckled "why thank you. I love you too" he planted a kiss on my head.
"Stop it!"
"Just taking care of my mini me.." Eli pushes me to a little corner of the room and leaves the chair.

He grabs a bucket and a cloth and sits next to me. "It maybe a bit cold"
"Like your heart then!"
"One day I will teach you for backchatting me. So you better shut up! I was gonna be nice" he goes and gets another bucket.
"Make me!!"
"Those are fighting words. And words you do not! Want to use with me!" He starts washing my face and arms.
I look at what he's doing. He grins up at me. "Regret your actions now?"

"I...is.. t-that.. b..b..lood"
"You have a wise eye.." he wipes the cloth all over my face. "Keep your mouth closed. Well unless you wanna taste it" he moved the cloth away and licks his hands. "Delicious" Eli put his hand in front of my mouth. "Lick it"
I kept my mouth shut tight. "No more backchat!" He continued to cover me with the blood. "Do you knows who's blood this is?"
I shook my head. I knew but I didn't want to open my mouth.
"Of course you do. Say it."
"Geoffs..."
He put his fingers in my mouth.
"Mhmmm!!"
"Delicious right?" He pulled them out slowly and grinned.
I started spitting it out.
He just laughed watching me. He was entertained.

"MHMMMM!" The sound came from across the room. Too far to see. But I did see tubes across the ceiling to the bucket. Blood flowing through them.
"MHMMMMNNNN!!"
Eli pushed him closer. He was Also in a wheel chair. Geoff was covered in needles that were sucking his blood out like some vampire. He looked pale. He looked dead. But yet he wasn't.