All Beauty must die

New Beginning

‘My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.’ 

His voice sound dark and scary as he walked in circles around the chair where he had placed the magistrate Rachel Blake, tied up bend down to his own little sick game. She was the youngest of his victims, but fitted perfectly in his pattern. Rachel was in her mid-20s, bleached long hair, nice figure and down to earth girl who was loved by everyone in town. Like most of his girls she liked to be in the center of attention, used her Instagram profile for posting a new selfie every day, whether she took it while being out with friends, in the bathroom or during her routinely morning coffee. Rachel loved her routines every day like drinking two coffees, reading the newspaper and eating a single toast with butter before going to work at 9:05am.  

That Friday was anything else than her daily schedule. Something happened that wasn’t written down in her notebook, warning her for that man that dragged her to that dark, wet place. She knew who that man was, she had heard that voice already before but she couldn’t give that man a face.  Rachel always had to do with people that killed a lot, raped them or even cut them to pieces. It was disgusting when she thought how sick a human being could be, that something so horrible could be even satisfying for them, just to feel the power that they could decide about someone’s life. And now she was the one that was tied up, fearing for her life.

“What do you want from me?” her voice was shaky, almost broken by the fear that she probably wouldn’t leave this place alive or in one piece.

She had a lot of particular skills to talk with psychos, trying to make them change their mind but her mind was blocked. Rachel couldn’t think straight anymore, so she forced on the voice and tried to figure it out whom it belonged to.

“I already read the book you told me long time ago. Can you remember?” he replied with his high pitched voice and underlined every word slowly.

“Which book are you talking about?”

He giggled, sounded amused by her confusion.

“Oh Mary Jane” he clicked with his tongue “You really can’t remember the book you talked about a long time ago? The one book that would make me to a real man, someone that you would agree to go out with?” he got closer, brushing through her hair carefully and played with single strands. “Your hair seems much like the lover of Cesare, Lucrecia Borgia.”

She was disgusted beneath his touch. Rachel didn’t want to feel his hand somewhere on her body, neither his warm breath.

“Who is Mary Jane?” she spoke in a tearful voice.

Did he miss her with someone else? Did she just look alike someone that he knew? Had she been at the wrong place to the wrong time? Psychos usually didn’t make sense and lived in her own world they created to protect themselves. The structure of a person with a mental illness couldn’t be compared to any other person. Whether they were gifted with intelligence or it came from a traumata. It wasn’t her job to understand that, she only had to judge about right and wrong. Everything that had to with the psyche was the job of a professional shrink.

“Miss Johnson, I’m sorry. I forgot about your rule not to call you with your first name before our first date” he strangely started to sound like a 5yrs old kid that apologized to his Mom for breaking a simple rule.