Chicago Ripper

Part 2

I woke up in a dark room with my mouth duct taped. I looked around shaking wishing I had taken my mother's advice. My head turned in every direction possible and saw a door to what must've been to a bathroom and then a big window with heavy shades blocking any view to outside.

Four men came through the door, one of them with a large book in his hands. Tears streamed down my face as I prayed silently. I asked God for forgiveness and asked him to let my Dad forgive me too. But my praying stopped as I was slapped in the face hard enough to fall over and bleed from my mouth through the duct tape. I realized I had the chance to scream so I did but I wish I hadn't.

Days went on as they abused me more and more. On maybe my fourth day there something happened that was incomparable to what the had done before to me. Because of that day I wished they had killed me the first day they saw me.

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As I screamed one of the men took me by my hair and slammed me into the dresser. I cried more as one of them said, "Robin! Come on man, before we do anything else we should..." He quieted down, "Use the book."

"Yes, how could I forget Ed." said who I assumed to be Robin.

The all looked at me, with their disgusting evil eyes and one of them licked their chapped lips, another set the big book on the dresser and opened it to one of the pages with his gross fingers and started saying weird words. As a few seconds went on I realized what those words were and what book they were using.

I remembered from maybe sophomore year doing a project on Satanic Cults, and we read this book called, "The Satanic Bible." The book was everything about Satan and cults based on Satan and pretty much everything about Satan. That was the book they had. They were reciting words from the book, they were a Satanic Cult.

I cried more realizing that these weren't just your average killers but instead they were a fucking Satanic cult killers. I started to think in my mind, "Holy shit, I'm so screwed, oh my gosh, God help me," I began to cry more and prayed more than I ever have in my entire life.

While I was praying one of the men with ratty brown hair grabbed me by my neck and stabbed me in my stomach, I screamed and winced in pain as the knife plunged and impailed my thin skin. It hurt so bad, it was a feeling that happened over and over again with each man taking turns except for the one reading the book.

As things got worse they did exactly what they did to the first girl Linda. As the pain happened over and over again getting worse I was on the brink of death as I saw them devouring something before they put it into a case that looked like something someone would put trophy's in.

Soon, everything went dark and I thought I was dead.