As I finish off my afternoon meal. I clean my plate, wipe down the kitchen table and leave the room clean and tidy.
Perfect.
I sigh inwarldy and head downstairs into my basement. As I open the door the heat hits me at full blast. The smell of rotten flesh, molded meat and burnt skin fills the whole room leaving me gagging and in need for fresh breathable air, but alas I continue my descent down the stairs.
As I continue my way down the wooden creaking stairs, I see her. My victim, tied down to her death bed. Bruised and abused by me.
Well
too bad.
***
Even though I called my victim, I know she's anything but a helpless women in distress. In front of me lays a murderer, an abuser, a killer.
A monster.
She was once a owner of an orphanage downtown. Many people say it's the best orphanage in the whole of Madrid. But I couldn't bring myself to believe that.
The thing that stood out for me, was that all the children from the orphanage home looked petrified, sad and unhealthy in all the photos I've seen of them.
So I ended up researching for months and found out that not only did she beat and abuse children, she starved, murdered and burned them up in her backyard.
She made them endure so much pain and suffering and I vow to do the same.
***
Movements distract me from my thoughts and I look over my shoulder to see my victim trying to shake free from the large, heavy metallic chains around her throat, arms, legs and abdomen. I walk over to in large heavy steps, the dampness of the room getting to me and squat to her level.
She looks at me in the eyes and starts shievering out of fear. Good. "I'll make sure you suffer like all those kids you murdered, you dumb pathetic whore." She tries screaming through the cloth around her mouth but it all goes in vain.
***
I proceed in lifting up my sleeves and looking at the table next to me. Five needles, ten knives, various weapons and machines to ensure her misery and torment.
I first take a needle filled with neroxide and inject it into her neck. Her eyes begin to water and bulg out of her sockets and her face becomes red and wet with sweat, with her veins showing and her body shaking violently. After she calms down, I remove all her chains, knowing that she'll no longer be a threat.
"Listen" I tell her sternly,even though I know she probably can't hear properly due to the neroxide. "Im guessing you want to leave this place alive and you can, that's why I'm freeing you, but the catch is" I say with a develish smile, "you're going to have to go through me first."
This should be fun
***
As she takes in this new information, she stands on her feet, trips, catches herself on the bed and looks at me dead in the eyes and to the middle of the room where I stand. I start to circle her, jumping lightly on the pads of my feet. My victim, however my victim has had enough and starts throwing punches all over the place,never touching me.
That's what the heat does to you down here as well as the neroxide cruising through her body. But unlike my victim, I'm calculated, quick and strong. I've ran this race before, it should be an easy kill.
***
I focus on my goal,to attack, kill, destroy and punish this worthless women. I curled my hand into a fist and aimed for the front of her nose. My fist hits the bridge of her nose. Her blood splatters all over the the damp floor. But my blow only stops her momentarily before she punchese square in the eye.
She hits me again and I taste blood. She stomps me on my thigh and I fall to my knees. She grabs my head, her fingers digging into my scalp, and lifts me slightly and slams her hand into my ribs and I wince and fall to the warm, wet floor. The pain ripples across my chest.
My redheaded victim looks at me with victory and disgust and makes a beeline for the door.
Curse my luck.
Still holding on to my chest. I chase after her. As I reach upstairs into the kitchen, I notice my victim running to the backyard door and watch my victim realise there's no chance of escape.
You see the thing about where I live is that I live on the coast and my neighbors are located more than fifteen miles away.
As I continue to watch my victim, I step away away from the glass door and strud my way over to her. When she sees me coming her way, she helplessly throws herself into the sea.
I stop walking.
There's no way she'll survive. Either the current will pull her further into the ocean and let drown to the depths of the sea or a sea creature will eat her alive, or she'll bleed out. Either way she's dead and gone.
I sigh and head back to the house. Even though I'm pleased she's dead, theres still a war to fight. There are still many monsters in the world to slaughter, ninety of them I'm dedicated to kill in ninety days, well eighty nine now that I've killed her.
I'll torture all eighty nine of them.
And I'll make sure to put an end to them all.
