Bewitch My Entrails

Chapter 2✓

Hideous Deed

The smell of cigarettes and the lights are moving all around the place. It seems that this day is a lucky one to have a lot of customers and that is a sign that friends are coming. Roscoe took a glance at the girl beside him while drinking his martini.

"Another glass of martini and a drink for the gorgeous lady in red." The bartender obediently made a drink and gave it to him and to the woman who's getting his attention ever since she walked in.

"Thanks, Mr...?" The lady asked with a pause.

"Mr. Roosevelt but I prefer to be called Roscoe," said Roscoe

"Oh, so you own this bar?" the girl asked, raising her brows.

"I don't know how you knew that but yes, Miss I am. A pleasure to meet you." Roscoe kissed his hand which made the girl blush.

"Shall we go elsewhere? I can't hear your beautiful voice from here." Roscoe watched how the woman's body language worked.

"Sure, lead the way." The woman giggled without knowing what was coming.

Roscoe drove their way to his house and help the woman out."Oh, vintage. I like it."

The girl wandered his eyes inside Roscoe's house as soon as they entered the living room. He led the way and offered a seat. Charmed and pleased, the woman gladly make herself home.

"I'm glad you did. Here, have something to drink." He handed her a glass of wine and sat on a couch beside the girl

"Let's get to the point, shall we?" The girl sat on his lap and circled his hand around his neck.

"Before that, let's play a game. If you'll win I'll give you a present". Roscoe stood up as if he can't wait anymore.
"So you love games, huh? Alright. What kind of game?" she asked.

"Hide and seek, hide wisely and let me find you," Roscoe explained.
"Okay!" The girl exclaimed gleefully and searched for a spot to hide, she found a room a few steps from where Roscoe is.

It's dark and cold from where she is hiding so she pulled the blanket from the bookshelf. A few minutes after he heard footsteps coming in her way knowing that it was the hot gentleman that she will soon devour, she giggled but caught herself halfway by covering her mouth. Prolonging the search because there's no more arousing than the heat of suspense.

"Come out, come out wherever you are. . ." Roscoe's baritone voice echoed and she shivered in unknown fear but it just added to her anticipation.
"I know where you're hiding. . ." He sang those lines as if they were a song like how his grandpa sang it a few years ago.

He turned on the lights and the girl gasped in shock not of the reason that she's been found but because of what she saw, a shelf full of jars with eyeballs and an unknown object floating along with them. Utterly horrified, she's about to run for her life but a hand grabbed her hair.

"Gotcha!" Roscoe creepily smiled and the beautiful man that she adored earlier turned into a psychopath who's eager to kill someone and unfortunately that is her.

She tried to scream for help and kick Roscoe away knowing all too well that no one will come. She should have been skeptical about the location of the place-should have recognized earlier that it's too far from the civilization. As inevitable as her death he's too strong so she ended up being tied down despite using her full strength knowing it's futile and she's just fighting aimlessly.

The lady in red is not so red anymore, bracing her end while being sure as hell that she had gone pale as she lost her consciousness.

Roscoe put out his knife and stab the girl's chest many times for her to lose her life. When he made sure that the body was's not moving, he beheaded the girl and placed the head carefully on his fridge. Closing the door with force due to an unknown delight.

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The nurses are all gathering up and occupied at the moment. His sweat is rolling down from his cheek as he's in the middle of the surgery. Beeping sounds coming from the machine made the room more occupied and the noises soon became a flat sound as a sign that the patient lost his life.

"Time of death 6:32 PM." He instructed the nurse next to him and remove his gloves, did the protocol of sanitizing, and went inside the operating room.

The patient's wife who's waiting all day looked at him with a sign of overused hope, clearly wishing for a piece of good news to come while preparing for the worst. He slowly shook his head and suddenly the wife stumbled while crying in agony or in relief which he's not willing to delve further.

"Sorry, but we did what we can to save his life. Unfortunately, I'm not that powerful to bring his life back." He turned his gaze behind after blurting the words like it's part of a script and went back inside. The body is now covered in a blanket and there's no source of life at all.

"Recommend to the bereaved family that it's more suited to cremate the body and we're going to pay the remaining hospital and crematory bills." The nurse bowed at him and came back after an hour.

"The lady agreed to us, Doc. You can now take the body with you," the nurse stated politely.

"Good. You may go." He locked the doors and made his hideous surgery and commanded other doctors to cremate the unnecessary parts right away-keeping the remaining gems with him. Crazy to the eyes of many but all he felt is the surge of energy he always gets.

Humming the song in a game of hide and seek, certain snippets of a great dragon vomiting willingly and keeping its castings afterward floated in his mind. The comparison's too close but he's not aiming for gold or shimmering things, just a little bit of a gem in every human being.

The bartender from last night and all the nurses and a few doctors from earlier know what he's doing but choose to shut their mouth, not because they are afraid but because of money's power to control them. He put the jars inside the shelf. Two lives, four organs have completely diminished and now he has two friends added to his list. After the tragedy from a long time ago, Roscoe continued what he used to do and that's how you play hide and seek and while making friends-I mean collecting, no pun intended.

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