Sick Intentions

Chapter Four

Six long excurating days Piercen has left Benjamin alive in the dark chained up. The smell of Helen's decaying body across from the poor man leaving him to suffer. Her sparkling eyes that used to be so bright and full of life now dead and dull staring back at him in the dark.

A haunting reminder of a day he will never be able to forget of her dying. He tries not to look because to see her once beautiful eyes tears him apart inside. But without thinking his eyes always tend to wander in her direction somehow hoping she is still alive. Alive is something she is not and the dried up blood confirm it.

Helen lost so much blood the moment Piercen went into a rage and nothing could be done. 'I should have been protecting her.' Benjamin kept thinking that night, the sudden guilt and regret washing over him.

Soon he assumed death would be coming for him. He didn't mind it and wasn't scared because in death he could be with Helen. He could be more happy and not have to worry about anything. Death has attracted him for some time sounding better than living. Of course he didn't discuss how he felt with Helen. It would have only scared her and it was best not to talk about such things after she lost her mother.

Both Benjamin and Helen have dealt with death more than they should have in their life at their age. Benjamin lost his father in his teens which led him into a depression. He started drinking to numb the pain he felt. He experimented with the usual drugs and got into trouble. His whole family judged him and critized his behavior but none of them offered him help. After every death of another family member or friend he started to get worse.

Now at the age of twenty five he is a full blown alcoholic. Drinking every day, hiding it from the people he knows and loves. He stopped the drug use five years ago before he met Helen but it doesn't lessen the problem he continues to struggle with.

Constant arguements have taken place between the both of them. She threaten many times she would leave him if he didn't fix the problem. Easier said than done for the both of them. He couldn't stop and Helen couldn't leave the only man she loved with all her heart.

Piercen was right when he said he could see she was damaged. She was. Helen wanted it to all go away, the pain, the aruging, the memories she wished she could forget, the image of seeing her mother at the funeral home, and the constant sadness in her heart. In a twisted way Piercen freed her from the hell she called life but not the way she would have wanted to go.

As for Benjamin, he believed he deserved a painful death that very night but death didn't come and neither did sleep. He was approached by Piercen, the bloody knife in hand but with one glance he turned and walked back up the steps. An upset Benjamin was left stunned and confused.

So what changed Piercen's mind? Why would he just walk away? Benjamin is of no use to him so why would he let him live? What does he have planned? Torture? Wouldn't watching the person you love be torture enough?

"What are you waiting for? Just kill me already!" Benjamin yells in frustration while Piercen stands leaning his back against the wall.

His eyes appearing almost dead with no emotion but inside his mind, inside his heart he is questioning everything. It's quite unusual for him to second guess or reconsider what he has done for years. But he is. If this is something to be thought of as good or bad he doesn't know yet.

For Benjamin either way it is. "Please." he begs on the verge of crying. Watery eyed at the idea of him being trapped here to live in misery. The worse torture he could ever experience besides losing Helen.

'Why couldn't he kill me instead? Why did I have to be so useless to not be able to save her? How could I let her die right in front of me without trying?' Benjamin's mind being scrambled with the what if's consuming him alive.

As if reading his mind Piercen makes his way to him. "I usually rent to one, a lonely girl. Of course the both of you were an exception. And nothing you could have done would have changed what I had planned. Except things have changed because Helen wasn't what I was looking for. But you, you might do."

"You're fucking sick." Benjamin retorts.

"Sick isn't a strong enough word to use for what I am. Demented, deranged perhaps insane but we all are to some degree. Don't you agree?" the same creepy smile across his face.

Disgusted by what Piercen has to say Benjamin looks away. 'How can someone like him exist? How can he be so proud of being a killer?'

Simple straight forward questions but the answers are beyond complicated to explain to a sane person. "I wasn't always this way." his tone of voice softer than before. He pushes himself off the wall walking towards Benjamin in his corner of the room he hasn't left. Quickly kneeling down Piercen grabs hold of Benjamin's chin to turn his head in his direction. Face to face now he's forced to look at the devil himself. "I used to be nice, I used to be kind but I wasn't taken serious. Everyone laughed in my face when all I wanted was to fit in and feel love. But I was never good enough for any of the girls at my school. Then my parents died and somehow it clicked in my head. I was going to find that someone no matter what I had to do and at the same time get back at the female race. Only one problem, I haven't found the somebody to change me."

"No one can change the monster you are." Benjamin provokes not scared of angering the man who holds his fate in his hands.

"I beg a differ." he says planting a kiss on Benjamin's lips. More passion and love going in the kiss than every previous kiss Piercen had in the past with a number of women. "I've been going after the same type of girl for fourteen years but after Helen I'm not sure that is what I still want." he continues once he pulls away looking into crystal blue eyes.

"That's not gonna fucking happen."

"You don't have a choice except to give in. The sooner you do the easier it will get. Why don't you think about that?" Piercen replies moving his hand to the man's crotch, Rubbing him through his jeans to get a feel of his package. Slowly but surely he can feel the bulge grow in Benjamin's pants.

"Fucking stop!" Anger exploding from Benjamin not from only what is being done but the way it is turning him on.

"I think you like it." Piercen smiles losing his grip on the man who fiercely moves his head to look away. "Well I wish I could stay but I have bussiness to attend to in town. Perhaps tonight we can continue where we left off?" he says placing a quick kiss on Benjamin's cheek and leaving him in despair.

Benjamin watches the man walk up the steps and disappear. The sound of his steps walking upstairs echoing until he finally hears the front door shut. He's alone again and he doesn't know what is worse.

Being alone is horrible down below. Stuck in his own head and reliving it all. He thought it was already bad but he's now taking that assumption back. Getting an erection when a murderer touches him is beyond bad. 'I shouldn't like it, I can't. He's a sick monster I can't stand. He killed Helen and forced me to watch. How can I get turned on by him after all he did? How can I get turned on by any guy when I'm not gay?' he thinks.

"I need to get out of here. But how?" he whispers out loud to himself. Struggling with the chains keeping him locked up against the wall he looks all around for a way out. But there is no escape in sight except for the obvious one way in and out.