Sick Intentions

Chapter Three

Two victims, two seperate beings Piercen is being forced to deal with. He should have said no to renting out the room for the both of them but the beauty Helen held made him give in. And now he's stuck having to get rid of them both without a single person knowing.

"Too much damn work." he mutters to himself after dragging Benjamin's body down below and chaining him up across from Helen.

The muffled sounds of Helen speaking with tape over her mouth catching his attention. "What did you say?" he questions looking into her fearful eyes as he steps towards her. Those muffled sounds come to a halt as she shakes her head wanting desperately to get away but the chains lock her in a standing position with no way to loosen them. The cold dark wall sending shivers down her back from not being very well clothed. "That's what I thought." he looks down at her his height towering over her. He lifts his hand to caress her cheek causing her to turn her head.

The tears continue to escape Helen but the man that hurt her feels nothing. No emotion at all but pure pleasure for what he did. His only regrets are that he didn't find the one he could spend the rest of his life with.

"You think I'm a bad person but I'm not Helen. I'm just like you. Lost, damaged and depressed wanting love. That's what you are isn't it? I could see the moment I met you you were and I wanted to be the person to fix it. Because let's be honest he wasn't making you happy." he turns around for a second referring to the woman's boyfriend. "I wanted so bad to be the man to fill your heart with happiness and joy. I wanted to make you feel so much and not have to worry but I don't see that happening. You're not who I'm looking for and I don't think it would be right to waste either of our time. Don't you agree?"

He lets go of her and reaches inside his pocket for the sharp knife he sharpened after the last girl. Moving it along her barely clothed body at this point to scare her even more than she is. He said it without saying the words, death is going to follow.

She knows it. 'Will it be quick?' she wonders wanting this hell to end.

He attempts one last goodbye kiss by ripping off the tape before he proceeds. Helen sheirks out in pain from the aburptness she has no time to turn away from the kiss he gives her. Rough, smothering and awful. Not like the last when he was trying to be gentle and warm during the first encounter several hours earlier.
"What's going on? What are you doing?" Benjamin yells out in confusion waking up, a throbbing headache following a few seconds later. Shock and total bewilderment of what he sees with his own eyes right in front of him.

Without turning around to glare at him in the dark Piercen answers the man's question by swiftly slicing Helen's skin causing blood to flow out. The blood starts to drip down between her breasts in between the bra she is still wearing. Not a deep cut when this is only the beginning of the torture he has planned for the night. Or should it be longer?

A night of torture? A week? A month? What sounds better?

For now in the moment is what Piercen is living for. Each cut, all the blood and screaming is the sight and sound of never ending joy. Nothing could give him more of an aderaline rush, a thrill and perfect satisfaction.

Love. Love is far from what he thinks he wants by his actions. Murder is his passion, his hobby and lover. A relationship can not give him any of which. Which is the reason he will never be able to fall in love and not give in to killing every woman who walks in his house.

Coming back down from his high of watching the blood he finally hears what is being said. "Stop! Don't fucking hurt her!" a defenseless Benjamin shouts watching his girlfriend bleed.

"Oh and what are you going to do if I don't?" Piercen mocks turning to look at poor Benjamin struggling to escape the chains.

'Pathetic.' he thinks to himself observing how stupid the girl's boyfriend is thinking he has a possible chance.

"I'll fucking hurt you that's what I'm going to do!" A half crooked smile forms and Piercen is back to looking at Helen. Cutting her again with the knife only deeper this time. The joy of hearing Benjamin yell and scream over her makes this all the more fun. He never knew having a couple would make the killing more pleasureable.

Each mark he makes into her white porcelain skin causes her to lose more blood and the sight of it tempts him to go on. Nothing can be heard in his ears when all he is seeing is red. A gory mess he is creating starting to turn into a massacre. The sound of Benjamin telling him to stop doesn't reach him until the girl is long gone. Choking on her last breath with the blood profusely pouring out.

"Stop! Please!" Benjamin yells but it's too late.

The love of his life is dead and there is nothing he can do to bring her back.