Enigma

2

"Hold up!!! You're telling me he died? Just like that?"

"Yeah, weren't you reading properly?"

"So... she... skinned her boyfriends?"

Without much hesitation on my mind, I spoke, "She's a sole believer of flaying, also known as skinning. Back in the ancient days, flaying is known as one of the various methods of torture or even death. In short, she skins people and who knows what she does to the skin she removed."

Her face became even more scared and disgusted than before. Maisy's like an open book, you could easily guess the feelings that she's hiding with just a quick look on her face. Although she's easily accessible at times, she could have a strong sense of expressing her thoughts in a different way- she uses those pent-up words as motivations for her work. It's a great way to get rid of bottled feelings. No wonder she's still waiting for her crush to return; she isn't one to make the first moves. She placed the first folder down, looking at me with such agony and pity for the character who I killed. She placed her elbows atop her knees and rested her head on her hands, fingers covering her mouth and nose. I can easily distinguish that she feels troubled with the storyline that I presented to her first.

Not a minute later, a knocking came at the door with a man's voice calling my name. I took a quick little peek out the window to see a man wearing a black raincoat, with a familiar logo embedded on his left chest. A huge black bag was sitting on the floor right beside him as he knocks once again. 

"Maybe, he's a serial killer, waiting for me to open the door then he'll stab me,  then stuff me inside his black bag... then he'll-"

"OH! Shut up Violet!!"

 I slowly got up from my seat to put on my lavender-colored cardigan and stride to open the door. Upon opening, I was met with the violent gust of the winds and the rain. It was honestly freezing. The delivery guy confirmed my name and handed us our ordered lunch; Triple cheese pizza, double cheeseburgers, and fries. Just the perfect lazy food, for lazy weather, with your favorite lazy person, topped with lazy R&B music.
We both ate in silence, avoiding eye contact and communication. The room filled the silence with warmth and coziness amidst the grumpy rain outside. I thought of the stories that I was writing, how confident was I to think that people would read them and how relaxed I was when nobody reads them. Questions started haunting my mind as the silence grew louder and louder. Questions about how would my readers- if there are any, would react, why is pizza so good to eat, and more useless questions. Questions that range from impossible to answer, to "the answers are obvious". Maybe this was the reason why I hated the silence; my mind won't let me enjoy it. 

"So... Where's the love there?" I gazed at Maisy, endlessly shoving fries inside her mouth whilst staring at me, waiting for an answer.

"I told you... My stories this time is about the toxicity of Love, not really the good love..." I said as I munch on my burger.

"Yeah, but, where's the toxic love there?"

"She was manipulating the guy to live with her, for what? For him to be his TOY... Like literally, a toy, something that she would be able to slice into tiny pieces or maybe gouge his eyes and insides out, or maybe-" before I could continue, May cut my words.

"OKAY OKAY!!!!... Enough of the gore... but I doubt that girlfriends would SKIN their BOYFRIENDS??" The tone of her voice and her face screams disgusting to me quite obvious that the side of my lips curled into a smile- I felt amused by her reaction.

"Well, yeah... Reports about Flaying were never brought up to the news anymore ever since the 1980s notorious skinning murders, which makes it all the better to include. See, not only is she considered a notorious murderer, but she's also Insanely Sadistic. This means she's thrilled inflicting extreme pain to others, which makes her feel physically, emotionally, and sexually excited. Think of being Insanely Sadistic as drugs, she loved it and she can't quit it, which drives her to the extremes of hurting, murdering, and you know... skinning them alive or dead"