The Garden of Chaos

Chapter 4 (What did I do..?)

BEFORE WE CONTINUE ON THE STORY, THERE WILL BE SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE PARTS AND TORTURE, THERE WERE SOME BEFORE BUT NOT AS MUCH!

Brendy's POV:

I spent all night acting like this little bitch over text. It was annoying but it soon got to the point. Hopefully I get to kill them so at least I'll survive mentally but overall the gardener might do me just that. However what do I do to really satisfy myself since she lost her fucking voice..?

Kill..? No..
Hang..?
Beat till they die?
Behead them..?

I proceed to go down the whole list as I eventually get bored. However I hear someone attempting to get out the bathroom. I hear her crawling slowly down the stairs as you hear the floorboards creak with the amount of pressure placed on it. I slowly sneak behind them as I see her not seeming to know her surroundings in the dark much as I then grabbed her ankles again as she let out a silent scream. She couldn't do much since of how much she screamed anyway, surprised how the neighbors didn't call the cops yet but whatever.

I dragged them back to her bedroom as I tossed her into the closet, stabbing the knife next to her waist. I giggle a bit, holding her shoulder gently as I grip onto the knife still. "Hay lamb chop, don't worry about much, it's ok. Just don't resist..." I crooned in a menacing voice as I now has a stone cold face. I then grasped her thigh, pulling her closer as I held the knife to her neck. Her eyes are filled with paranoia as the knife caressed her neck. I looked at her as I rubbed her thigh gently, seeing her twitch heavily in fear. It was weird but it was something. I still went though with the plan as I cut her body a bit with the knife, she tears up heavily as she cries in pain but no sound gets out her mouth as it's just silent screaming. She doesn't want to resist visibly though as she still shakes her head to tell her stop. I however didn't take the signs as I continued to cut her skin, licking up the blood that leaked.

Her skin so smooth like a newborn baby.. her eyes like an endless void of despair. It's weird.. disgusting.. inhumane of me but I think about the imperfections and turning them into perfections. She didn't care how anyone thought of her physical traits which I respect but it was something I have too. The ability to not give a shit, unless she does. Not too sure anymore about what to think about her.

As I was thinking about her a bit more, she started to try crawling away, I tried to grasp onto her waist but my hand went right through as I looked back and slammed the knife right beside her. I cut her arm by mistake but that's what she got for trying to escape and possibly call the cops. The gardener looked up at me with sorrow as she came back to me like a lost puppy, on her knees with her head down in guilt.

I looked down, still having a stone cold face as I felt weird.. disgusted more preferably but she seemed to still have some sort of innocence still in her, which I can play with her heart strings for a bit.. how naive of her. Thinking there's still hope in this cruel world. I pull her head up by her chin as I move a bit of her hair, just to see her face. She still has the same expression of horror, makes me feel superior. To have her life in my hands, to control her emotions with my actions and words.

She whined before tearing up a bit, the cut must be stinging like living hell but I'm surprised I didn't hurt her more. I mean she did kick me while I was in a rose bush, fucking prick. I think of ways to make her beg for mercy as I look around the room, nothing caught my eye until I remembered she had a shed in the back. I locked her in her own closet, then her room door before walking downstairs. A little dog went up to me, I got distracted as I started petting the dog and following the little pupper. After a while I remembered what I needed to do as I give them a treat and left to go get some ideas from the shed.

As I go up to the shed, I pull on the lock.

Shit I need a key...

I go back upstairs and unlock the doors to put the knife to her neck. "Where's the key.." I asked in a menacing voice as my smile creeped up to the sides of my face. Of course it worked and she told me it's in her jacket. Shit I tossed it beforehand... Whatever, it can still work as I look around the stairs and picked up the jacket, it had the keys in it like she said. Happily, I go to the shed once more and open it.

My mind wonders as I see an axe, a chainsaw, a couple of small pieces of wood that can be sharpened to stab her with. But what made me more interested was the idea of possibly tying her up with the rope and using the knife to get answers out of her about certain things, that sounds like a plan!

I proceeded to walk to the bedroom and grab the gardener by her hair before slamming her onto the floor, sitting on her back as I tie the rope around her wrists tightly three times. After that I tied her legs up with the same rope and tied her on the leg of the bed so she can't run or crawl far. Hopefully she doesn't find a way to escape, no matter what. Even if she does, I will hunt her down until she's dead...

Back to original POV:

I swear, Brendy or whatever she is is tying me up so much with just a single add rope. I'm scared to the point of passing out but I can't, I can't let her make me give out just like that. Even if I do, she'll do it in the morning probably when up fully awake.

I looked around the room as I see she slightly bloody baseball bat on the floor, but that's where my desk is so I can't reach that at all. I'm between the closet and the bed. I feel like a dog leashed onto a pole and left here. It's so strange to be in this position since it's been so long from the start of my police career. I sadly have to deal with it as Brendy went and came back with a knife sharpener, sharpening it up several times before testing the sharpness on my skin. I hissed through my teeth as I clenched my jaw. It left a stinging feeling and a lingering copper oder.

My stomach dropped, smelling the blood in the air. It made me absolutely sick as I writhe around, trying to loosen the rope that's around my wrist. Brendy immediately slammed the knife into the floor, next to my legs. I thought I was about to be Streber, just with my leg missing instead.

I stared at the knife then at Brendy. She was already staring at me intensely as she looked at me up and down, hearing her sharply breathe. It made shivers go up my spine, seeing them with a unhinged smile that never wiped off their face. Made me scared of what's going to happen to me, but then again, I hope she didn't hurt Bullet or Mittens. Both of them are the only living things I would ever want to live for.

Brendy then started to cut my skin very slowly as I saw the blood leak from my skin, dripping down slowly on certain angles. The pain was unbearable as my limbs went to sleep, causing a spiked sensation throughout my body. I felt my eyes slowly close, giving up on staying awake. I can tell Brendy saw as she jabbed the tip of the knife into my thigh as my body jolted up in agony. My body started to shake as my thigh was still twinged from the jab of the knife.

Brendy whispered something inaudible in my ear but I was too tired and to listen. Pain was the only thing that was bothering me constantly as my wrists and ankles ached. All I wish was for this to end, I regret wanting something 'entertaining'. This was sickening as I had to sit here and watch myself suffer with the throbbing pain and the constant stiffness of my body made mw just wanna sleep though it all.

After probably an hour or two more of cutting me, she left me in the room, sitting alone bleeding. I looked around tiredly as I glare at the door. My sight becoming blurry as all I remember is the sound of cutting rope and me being picked up. My eyes were closed as I felt rubbing alcohol pouring onto my skin as I felt bandages cover my whole body, including my head. I opened by eyes slightly as I looked like I just came out the hospital. Brendy held me gingerly as she carried me to my bed and just caressed my face before I closed my eyes again.

I wish for this nightmare to just end, what I do to deserve this torment. I thought about all the ways this would happen but none added up.

It was just an inconvenience, that's all. Nothing else can add up to this since I moved here just a few months ago. I should've gone to Iceland or something, Canada would've been more better than this shit.

As my mind rests, my heart begins to slow down as I then drifted to sleep.