Grave Fixation

Chapter 3 (Stalker)

I slammed the man up against the brick wall, the satisfying crack ringing through the club's alley. He reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. Rage burned in my eyes and I grit my teeth, deciding how I was going to torture my new victim.

"Please! Please don't hurt me!" The man pleaded. Bile rose in my throat in disgust.

"Why on earth should I give a bastard like you my pity?" I spat in his face. My hand held him roughly by the back of the neck, suspending him in the air with ease.

"B.. Because I have a wife and kids to go home to. They need me." I chuckled maniacally. This man was sick. He wasn't even deserving of the clothes on his back, let alone my precious Rae.

Fear filled his muddy brown eyes and I hurled him across the alley, making him crumple in a heap in the darkest corner. He stayed there for a minute as he groaned in pain, giving me enough time to kick off my shoes and remove my socks along with the shoelaces. Slowly I approached, allowing the man to hear my approach. With every barefooted step I took, he cringed and moaned in agony. When I finally got next to him, I stooped down and bent over to whisper in his ear.

"Oh, you haven't even begun to feel pain." Without another word, I yanked him upward by his hair so his head laid in my lap and shoved the socks in his mouth, muffling his cries for help. Taking the shoelaces, I bound his hands and feet. Quickly, before he could spit out his gag, I shoved my hands into the pocket of my cargo shorts and pulled out a roll of duct tape, wrapping it around his mouth multiple times.

"Now it's time to play some games." I rubbed my hands together and gave him a wide grin. The terror was prominent in his eyes as the salty tears rolled down his scruffy face.

Reaching back into one of the pockets of my cargo shorts, I felt my fingers graze the cool metal of my pocket knife.

"This should do nicely." I muttered, almost to myself. Freeing my hand from the pocket, I flipped open the six inch blade and ran my finger across it, slightly drawing blood. A smirk tugged at my lips and I quickly bent down to his level, showing him the blood.

"See? Not too bad." I kept eye contact with him as I put my index finger in my mouth, removing the blood from it. Then I moved the knife to his cheek, tracing the side of his face with the blade. A thin red line appeared even though the blade had barely skimmed the surface of his skin.

"Mrghhh!" He tried to shout but his gag blocked almost all if the sound. Tutting my tongue, shook my index finger back and forth.

"Ah ah ah. The more you struggle, the worse it will be. I suggest you stay still." I checked every pocket individually, pulling out the devices of torture and showing them to him individually as I thought over which one I wanted to use.

Deciding on nitric acid, I twisted the small bottle in my hand, letting the corrosive liquid swish around inside.

"Ready for our first game?" I asked. He shook his head from side to side violently. A chuckle escaped my mouth.

"Good. Let's start." I placed the bottle back in my pocket momentarily as I took the knife in my right hand, yanking the man upwards by the back of his neck with my left.

CHOP CHOP CHOP

With precision, I hacked out chunks of his skin and allowing the chunk to fall to the asphalt. The man's body thrashed erratically and blood gushed from the wound. A twisted smile appeared on my face and I continued severing lumps of flesh with ruthless strokes. A pool of warm sticky blood began to accumulate below us, staining his white shoes a red tint.

Removing the bottle from my pocket, I unscrewed the cap and set it slightly below his nose, allowing the fumes to burn at his nostrils. Pure terror was evident in his eyes. He looked at me and pleaded silently.

"Now, don't look at me like that. In fact, don't look at me at all." Taking the acid, I put a drop in each eye. Instantly the acid began to eat away at his eyes and foam. He spasmed and tried to free his hands from their bounds.

"It's useless. Your eyes have already sustained significant damage. I know you can't see it," I snickered. "But your eyes have corroded and you won't ever be able to see again." The man sniffled and I poured some acid on his open wounds and some bare skin, making the flesh bubble and burn away.

"It hurts doesn't it? This should teach you a lesson. Scum like you aren't worthy of living." Quickly I grabbed him by his ankles and wrenched him upward so he dangled from the ground. His face got red as the blood rushed to his brain.

"Here. This won't take long now." I brought the acid to his nose and poured the liquid down his nostrils. He convulsed violently in a struggle for survival, but it was no use.

"By now the nitric acid is about done traveling through your nose canal and eating away at the sides. It will reach your brain and kill you in..." I brought my watch up to eye level, reading the hands.

"Five..." Blood ran from his eye sockets where his wide brown orbs had once been. If only he could see the joy this gave me.

"Four..." His nails dug into the palms of his hands from the excruciating pain of the acid. A trickle of blood ran down his arm slowly.

"Three..." The man started to swing around, moving his body back and forth to try and get away from me. I sighed and kicked him in the head, stopping him immediately.

"Two..." With one hand, I cleaned off my blade and screwed the cap on the now empty glass bottle, placing them both in my pockets.

"One." His body went limp and I tossed the cadaver into the corner and removed my gloves before pocketing them and running a hand through my hair.

Anything for my Rae. It wouldn't be long now until she's ready for me. I fantasized our meeting as I walked home nonchalantly.

A/N: ooh, gruesome. Like it so far? Who's ready for them to meet? Thank you all for reading ♡